#happy six years far cry 5 !!!

[playitagainmyjohnny]

happy six years, far cry 5 🖤

#far cry #far cry 5 #fc5 #virtual photography #hope county #each region is represented once again #about half of these shots are from this year #can you tell i like framing ? lol #happy six years far cry 5 !!! #although it's only my third year of playing it lol #jg #happy six years 🖤

[souliebird]

[[and then I met you || ch. 10]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Words: 4.2k

banner thanks to the wonderful @theradioactivespidergwen

When Minnie was six months old, you used to sleep on the couch so you wouldn't wake her up trying to get ready for bed. It would hurt your back - your couch was not very comfortable to sleep on - but you would sacrifice your comfort so she could sleep. No one in their right mind would wake a sleeping baby - even one that was always happy to go down for a nap. 

As your mind begins to stir, you become aware of the familiar ache in your lower back and the unfamiliar one pulsing around your eyes. Your hand slowly snakes up from where you had curled it against your chest and press your fingers along the bridge of your nose and up to the curve of your eyebrow, testing to see if the throbbing was sinus related. Nothing is triggered but your memories of the night before creep into your consciousness. 

Minnie with her tantrum and Matt with his amazing senses. 

You groan into the cushion as it all falls into place. Your eyes hurt from crying, not your sinuses, and you must have fallen asleep on the couch after your breakdown. 

Shame and embarrassment course through you. You hate crying and you hate that someone witnessed it. You can't imagine what he must think of you now - losing it like that. You should have been able to handle the news far better than you had and you're going to promptly apologize the next time you talk to him. You had acted so selfishly when it was clear he had control over the situation. 

But you don't have time to sit and wallow in your wretchedness - your daughter needs you to get up and be a capable adult, so you will your aching body to sit up. 

Your phone is sitting on the table in front of you, so you grab it to check the time. It's half past seven and your daughter has probably been awake for at least an hour. More shame courses through you - you always try to wake up before her so you can take care of her. You can only guess what state she is in. 

Your head spins as you stand, but you try to ignore it in favor of heading towards the bedroom. You prepare yourself to find a soiled bed - you didn't bother to change her into her night clothes and a pull-up and she is still mastering waking up when she needs to pee at night. 

The door is partially open and as you near it, you hear her tiny voice talking nonsense as she plays with something. You take a deep breath and push into the room, ready to face the start of your day.

Your mind short-circuits at what you encounter.

Both beds are clean and made, far tidier than you usually make them, and Minnie is sat on the floor with Scooby and some of her other stuffed animals, having what looks to be a tea party. To your absolute confusion, she is already dressed, and her hair has been put into pigtails with mismatched bows. You know for a fact she can't reach where you keep her hair supplies - you put them on a high shelf after she got into them to play salon before and managed to get her hair tangled so badly you had to cut things out. 

It doesn't even take her half a second to notice you and her little face breaks into the biggest smile, “Mommy!”

Still very much confused, you step forward to join the tea party circle and kneel down to be level with her. “Hi, sweetie,” you greet, trying your best to not alarm her. “Did you get dressed all by yourself?”

“Not-uh! Mister Matt helped! We watched lots of videos about hair and he made me pretty!”

You frown at that, “Mister Matt helped?” Had he stayed the night after you fell asleep? If so, where is he now? Your apartment isn't that big, and the bathroom door is open. Had he left before you woke up? You don’t like the idea of him leaving Minnie unsupervised.

Your daughter nods as she turns back to her toys, pretending to pour you a cup of tea and handing it over. You automatically pretend to take a sip.

“He helped make me pretty,” she confirms after putting her tea pot down, “now he's getting foods. Bagels!”

You turn the statement over in your mind - there is a bagel shop around the corner Minnie loves and if Matt is right about her also having enhanced abilities, maybe, just maybe, he didn't leave her unwatched. 

You bite your lip, then dare to push.

“Mouse, do you think you can tell me where Mister Matt is right now? Can you hear him?”

She doesn't acknowledge you right away, fussing with another piece of her tea set. You wait, allowing her to process what is being asked of her and watch as she slowly starts to move her head in minute movements, like she's tracking something. It's terrifying and fascinating to see a look of concentration come over her face and after about thirty seconds, she breaks into another big smile.

“He's talking to a frog!” 

“A frog..?” You ask, wondering if Matt was wrong about Minnie having heightened senses and she's playing pretend again.

“Yeah, he says…he says.. He's telling froggy he can't go to work. He's gonna stay with us!”

It clicks instantly. Matt isn't talking to a frog. He's talking to his business partner, Foggy Nelson, and as far as you know, Matt hasn't mentioned him or Karen yet by name to Minnie. 

“Can you tell where he is?” You ask again, being sure to be gentle with your question. 

“Outside,” is her response, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. “Froggies can't come inside. Do you want sugar?” She holds up her toy spoon and you offer her your tea cup.

“Yes, please.” 

She pretends to scoop sugar and you watch her in amazement. You are of course going to have to confirm that Matt was talking to Foggy, but it is so hard to believe your little one can hear that. You can't hear what is going on in your own living room, let alone outside your apartment. You cannot imagine how loud everything must be, how much input Mouse must be getting - but she doesn't seem bothered by it at all right now. 

She seems to be completely over her tantrum from yesterday and you want to ask her about it, but you aren't sure how or if she has the ability to express it. You know there are days you get overwhelmed and upset and you can't think of another way to explain it other than “too much”. You can't expect a three year old to articulate it better than you can. 

She's got a sweet little smile and part of you fears if you bring up her previous upset, it will spiral right back into a meltdown. So, you watch instead - watch as she goes back to playing make pretend with her toys, seemingly unbothered. You sip at your tea, making up a list of questions for Matt when he returns from his errand. 

Minnie plays for about five minutes before she perks up, beaming up at you, “Mister Matt asks if you can open the door, please thank you."

Her statement throws you for a moment and you aren't sure how much you like the idea of her being able to tell you all these things. It scares you - her knowing things you don't and not knowing what she does know. 

Maybe it is one of the things you and Matt can talk about - then talk about it with your sweet Mouse. You are going to have to get used to it, either way.

You push yourself into standing and motion for Minnie to come along. She scrambles up and runs out of the room, delighted laughter following her.

You are still in your clothes from the night before and you wish you had taken a moment to check your hair or even brush your teeth. You try to tell yourself it is fine, but your anxiety just argues back, and you feel like a complete slob by the time you get to the front door.

Your stomach and heart both do a funny clench at the sight of Matt, who is still sporting his borrowed shirt. You don't know if you want to fall into his arms or throw up or go hide under your covers so you can pretend all of this is a dream. Instead, you step aside so he can come inside and silently beg your mind to stop collapsing in on itself. 

“Breakfast delivery,” Matt says as a greeting, his entire face lighting up with a smile. He's holding a bag from the shop around the corner in one hand and a drink carrier with two large drinks along with a small one in his other.

You can feel your face starting to heat up and force your eyes down to the ground, mumbling, “you didn't need to do that.” 

He shrugs as he toes off his shoes, “I wanted to, and someone,” his voice turns teasing as he directs his next comments to Minnie, “wouldn't stop talking about bagels.”

Your daughter erupts into giggles, then turns and runs back towards the kitchen. Matt gives a pleased laugh, and your stomach flips again. He follows Minnie, and after you relock the door, you join them. 

They are sitting at the dining table, Mouse watching with a big smile as bagels are laid out on the table. Matt narrates for both of you, “Three egg bagels with plain cream cheese, two large coffees, and one kid’s hot chocolate. Now, is that the right order or was someone taking advantage?”

Minnie giggles more and that relaxes your shoulders. “No, that's right. Thank you, you really didn't -” You cut yourself off as you realize the table is clear of any mess from the night before. There are no plates on the table or in the sink, there's no lasagna stains on the floor, there's no leftovers sitting out. Your eyes drift to Matt. 

He must have cleaned after you had fallen asleep. Guilt courses through you - he shouldn't have to be dealing with your messes, especially in your own living space. You are going to need to not only apologize but return the favor somehow. You aren't sure how you'll do that - no one has ever done this much for you before, and Matt has done so so much in such a short time. 

You're dragged from your thoughts as a coffee is placed in front of you. 

“It's just black, I didn't know how you took it,” the kind, handsome lawyer says, and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears. It beats harder when you remember that not only can he hear your body and mind freaking out, but so can your daughter. 

Your instinct tells you to panic at the idea of someone knowing that much about you. You always try to stay calm on the outside while having a meltdown, but that doesn't matter with him. He'll know you're a mess. You can't hide it. 

You hear Matt ask Minnie something about her tea party and watch as she skips away from the table, but it's like your mind doesn't process it. You feel completely frozen because you don't know how to act - you don't know how to hide yourself from the man in front of you. You don't know how to hide yourself away from your daughter. 

How can you protect her from yourself? Your own body?

Suddenly, Matt is in front of you, cupping your cheeks with his large, warm hands and whispering your name. He's practically right on top of you, gently rubbing his thumbs over your skin, “Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. Everything is okay. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

“What?” You ask, so confused about what is going on. You don't understand why he's saying it's okay. 

“A deep breath, sweetheart. Can you take a deep breath?”

Your mind will not wrap the reason for the instruction, but you do as you are told. You inhale through your nose and that earns you a soft smile. He continues to pet you, gently instructing you to exhale after a moment and you obey. 

“Again?” He prompts and you nod. You feel shaky as you try to focus on breathing. You've always hated these exercises - they've never worked for you and have only served to frustrate you, and now you are just trying to make sure you are doing it right. How embarrassing would it be to fuck up breathing in front of Matt? 

“That's it,” he says so calmly, “Just breathe. I know it's a lot. I know. One step at a time. Let's have some breakfast, okay? Let's sit and have coffee and we can all talk. How's that sound?”

It sounds good, it sounds like the right thing to do, but your throat is clenching and not wanting to produce words, so you nod instead. 

You close your eyes to try to center yourself and somehow calm down. Matt lingers, keeping a hold of you until you hear Minnie coming back to the kitchen. It seems like he waits until the last possible moment before pulling away. 

Seeing your daughter looking so happy helps to reset your mind. She's fetched Scooby and Pig and runs up to the table to put them in their chair. You smile at the sight.

She really does seem like she's perfectly fine and maybe Matt is right and everything is okay. For now, at least. 

You force yourself into action, moving to set one of the bagels in front of Mouse, setting it on a napkin. You're going to need to transfer the hot chocolate into a mug or Mouse will spill on herself.

“Thank you, Mommy!”

She practically dives into her bagel, picking it up and taking a big bite and getting cream cheese on her cheeks. She is completely engrossed with her food.

“Thank Mister Matt, he got us breakfast,” you advise before going to get a napkin. While you are in the kitchen, you grab your creamer from the fridge.

“Thank you, Mister Matt!” she chimes before barreling on. “Mommy, did you know Mister Matt can braid hairs!”

Guilt courses through you and you remind yourself you need to thank Matt for everything he has done for you. But you tell yourself to not think of it right now - you are terrified of Minnie sensing your panic and that somehow shuts your mind down and you go into parent mode. 

“No, I didn't. Did you ask him to braid your hair?” You ask as you move in to wipe her face. She obediently tilts her face towards you and closes her eyes as you clean away the cream cheese. In the corner of your eye you see Matt sip from his coffee, a smile forming in his lips.

“She wanted puffs,” he advises, “I learned a lot of new hair terminology today. Minnie is a very good teacher.” 

Your daughter preens at the praise before taking another bite of her bagel. More cream cheese gets on her face. You decide to wait until she's done eating before tidying her up again. It will be pointless otherwise.

Instead, you start to fix your coffee, removing the lid to add creamer. You eye your daughter as you do, letting yourself finally take in her appearance. 

“You're a good stylist,” you tell Matt, and it is true. Her pigtails look even and as smooth as can be expected for a toddler. You don't see any tangles and if Minnie is happy, you have no grievances with the outcome - only guilt that Matt was the one who dealt with it. 

“I have some experience,” he hums, before taking another sip of his coffee. Then he directs his smile to his daughter, “my best friend used to have long hair. He has little nieces and they used to do his hair at Christmas, and I got roped into helping. I'm told I do a pretty good French braid.”

Mouse giggles before gasping and pointing at you, “do Mommy's hair!”

Embarrassment floods you - you don't think anyone has done your hair since you were Minnie’s age, and your current hair is a gross greasy mess and you don't want anyone touching it. 

Matt hums as he tilts his head towards you, “I think Mommy is better at doing her hair than I would be. But maybe next time?”

“Maybe next time,” you agree, hoping that will be enough to deter your daughter from this path. 

Luckily, she quickly parrots, “Next time!”

You offer her a smile and take a much needed drink of your coffee. It not only warms you but helps to ground you back into reality. 

You remind yourself nothing has actually changed - you are just more aware of the world. To Minnie, this is the same as any other day and you need to get yourself back on track. 

Which means you need to confirm some things with Matt. 

You set your coffee down, then pick up Minnie’s hot chocolate and bring it to the kitchen to transfer into one of her kid-friendly tumblers. You clear your throat, then dare to try, “Minnie said you'd be spending the day with us?”

“You told the froggy!” Mouse happily adds.

Matt looks confused for a few seconds before it must click, “Foggy, sweetheart, not Froggy. Foggy is my best friend - the one who had long hair.”

“Froggy!” Is the defiant response and you know better than to argue. Once something is named, the name sticks. But of course, Matt doesn't know this and you decide to let him learn.

“Foggy,” he tries. “Like a cloud. Not a frog.”

“Froggy!” 

“Fog. Foggy. No ‘r’.”

“Frog. Froggy! Froggy! Froggy!” Minnie bounces in her seat, starting to giggle. You return to the table, securing the lid to the sippy tumbler before placing it down.

“Ribbit ribbit,” you add and that gets you a delighted burst of laughter.

“Ribbit ribbit!”

Matt practically pouts but seems to realize he isn't going to win this. “But yes, I… told Foggy I wanted to spend the day with you. When I was in the phone, outside.” His dramatic sad face turns into something soft as he tilts his head towards Minnie, “Did you tell your Mommy you heard me?”

“I, uh, asked if she could,” you say, feeling silly for admitting it. But you know this is the path you need to take to start understanding what enhanced senses mean.

“I can hear everything,” your little one proudly says, and you've heard her say it before - but now you know she isn't just playing pretend.

“Yes, you can,” is Matt's soft reply. Unlike your underlying panic, his voice seems to carry a fondness about the whole situation. He is the one with the experience and you want to trust him with the lead on this, but it's still absolutely terrifying. 

But you know you need to set the ball up, so you gently push, “Did you know Mister Matt can also hear…everything?” You know it's not everything, at least by what Matt said, but you aren't going to get technical with a toddler. “Mommy can't, though. Mommy’s hearing isn't as good as yours and Mister Matt's.”

Mouse looks between the two of you, pursing her lips up as she thinks, then she reaches out and pats your arm comfortingly, “I'll tell you what I hears, Mommy.”

Your heart soars with so much love and you turn your hand so you can take hers and give it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you, baby.” 

“I can hears a bark-bark dog and a woofy dog,” she starts, “and there's a puppy going ‘yip-yip-yip!’”

Matt laughs a little and your focus is ripped away from Minnie and over to him. He absolutely beams at you, looking proud as can be. You wonder what this like for him - having someone else who can hear what he can.

“There's a doggy day care about two blocks north,” he informs, and it is so hard to wrap your mind around the fact your daughter can hear that far. “Clients are starting to arrive, and they are lively.”

There's a flash of brown and Minnie is waving Scooby at Matt, “Bark bark bark!”

“Is Scooby a barky dog?” He asks, leaning forward towards her and putting his elbows on the table. “Not a woofy dog?”

“Bark bark!” Is the response before Mouse makes him growl. You finally allow yourself to sit and watch the sweet interaction. Everything still feels like it's too much and swirling inside you, but seeing Matt and Minnie bond is soothing - even if it's over something you can't understand yet.

“What about Pig? Does he go bark-bark or woofy?” 

His question gets Minnie to gasp as if she's scandalized. “Pig isn't a doggy!”

“Oh, he isn't?” Matt teases, “I can't see him. What is he?”

“He's a piggy!” She snatches up Pig and clutches him to her chest beside Scooby. You hope she doesn't have cream cheese on her fingers because cleaning her toys is always an adventure. She hates when they have to get washed and now, you guess, you understand why. They probably smell different after being washed or the texture is off. It's something you'll have to explore later.

“What type of noises do piggies make?”

“Oink-oink-oink!”

“Oh, that makes sense,” he hums, then hunches forward more and lowers his voice, like he's talking in secret, “And what sounds do little girls named Minnie make?”

You finally get to take a bite of your bagel as you watch her contemplate the question. Her face screws up in thought before lighting up when she decides her answer.

“Ooogie-boogie-boo!” 

Matt throws his head back with laughter, which makes Minnie dissolve into happy giggles. The sheer joy between the two of them pulls a smile out of you and the heaviness in your chest starts to lighten more. 

“Ooogie-boogie-boo?” You question and your daughter giggles more. 

“Ooogie-boogie-boo! Like Scooby!”

You don't understand what that means but you just let the positivity continue. 

“What about Mommy? What sounds do I make?” You ask, curious what her response will be.

“Bumbum-bumbum.” They aren't words, but you instantly get it is supposed to be your heartbeat. You feel yourself start to flush. Matt had told you that Minnie listens to your heart to ground herself, so of course that is what she associates you with. But hearing it from her mouth and getting that confirmation still rocks you. 

“It's a good sound, isn't it?” Matt asks Minnie and you can imagine how red you are turning. You try to hide behind your coffee.

“The bestest,” Minnie agrees before adding, “After Scooby Song. Scooby Dooby Do! Where are you!”

“We've got some work to do now,” you half mumble, half sing with her.

“I've never heard the Scooby song,” the man beside you says and that triggers Mouse into action. She slides off her chair, and still clutching her toys, hurries across the room to the television. She knows how to bring up what she wants, so it only takes a few seconds before there is an episode starting to play on screen. 

She drops her toys and the remote before running back to Matt and tugging on his - technically yours - shirt. “You gotta listen!”

He barely gets to stand up before being pulled into the living room. He does not resist in the slightest to being directed to sit on the ground and you watch as Minnie begins to explain the intricate lore of her favorite show. To your wonder she describes each character by their voice first and you can tell Matt is completely enthralled by what he is being told. Scooby gets moved from laying on the floor to being shoved into Matt's lap so he can hold onto him. 

You realize without fanfare that you can barely hear the television. It is still on low volume from last time you had it on, and it dawns on you that you never really have it turned up too loud. Minnie can probably hear it just fine and doesn't need it blasting throughout the apartment. You never got to really watch television as a kid, and you wonder what the normal volume for watching things is supposed to be. 

You sip at your coffee, watching as Minnie plops herself next to Matt on the floor, going on excitedly about mysteries and different sounds. Both of them are smiling and laughing like they don't have a care in the world. 

This is what you want your life to be like, you decide. 

You want your family to be full of love and joy and you have fought so hard to get to this point. You've climbed your way out of a cold and distant household to make your own little corner in the world and right now you need to enjoy it instead of letting your mind be taken over by darkness and despair.

So, you set your coffee down and move to join your daughter and her father in front of the television, asking in a teasing voice, “So who is the blonde man again?”

tags:

@midnightreids @cloudroomblog @yeonalie @thychuvaluswife 

@dorothleah @mattmurdocksstarlight @mars-on-vinyl @mywellspringoflife @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @simmilarly @soupyspence @darkened-writer @akila-twt

@murc0ckmurc0ck @groovycass @sumo-b98 @just3rowsing @tongueofcat @zoom1374

@theclassicvinyldragon @aoi-targaryen @lunaticgurly @nikitawolfxo @shireentapestry @snakevyro @yondiii @echos-muses @honeybug-victoria @the-bisaster @ristare @mrs-bellingham @eugene-emt-roe @cometenthusiast @stevenknightmarc @hunnybelha @

Specialagentjackbauer @yarrystyleeza @ofmusesandsecrets 

@mayp11-blog @danzer8705 @thinking-at-dusk @remuslupinwifee @akila-twt  @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @dil3mma @allllium 

@

two-unbeatable-beaters @kiwwia-wiwwia @1988-fiend @xblueriddlex @loves0phelia @ninacotte @lovelyygirl8 @littlenosoul @ednaaa-04  @ astridstark13

#soulie writes #fanfiction #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock

[britswriting]

The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S

Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets! This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!

full masterlist qtl masterlist Read on Wattpad

harrystyles and ynstyles

•∘ ∘•

♡ liked by: annetwist, niallhoran, liampayne, and 3,765,874 others harrystyles: Been busy on break

annetwist: I can't wait!!

gemmastyles: I've already bought onesies 🙈💞

liampayne: Welcome to the club, mate!

ynstyles: You owe me £5 for not spilling the beans!

harryfan1: OMG WHAT

harryfan2: She said.. I'm having your baby! ↳ harryfan3: And it's ALL OF HIS BUSINESS OMG

harryfan4: Guys... we're getting dadrry. I repeat, we're getting dadrry!

ynstyles

•∘∘∘∘

•∘∘∘

∘∘•∘∘ ∘∘∘•∘ ∘∘∘∘•

ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼 First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!) For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!) Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat. Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!! @harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3

annetwist: Congrats! I'm excited to finally talk about it!

yourbff: I can't believe you didn't tell me for 3 weeks smh ↳ ynstyles: It was unbearable for me too!

comments on this post have been limited

~

"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.

"The line has to show at some point!"

Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.

"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.

"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"

I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.

"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.

"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.

"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.

"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.

"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.

"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.

"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.

"You're not a horrible person, y/n"

"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"

"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.

It was true.

As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?

IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.

So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.

It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.

I'm the problem.

Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.

There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.

I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.

Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.

"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"

I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.

"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"

"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.

"What?"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.

"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.

The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.

All it held was dreams and disappointment.

"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.

"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.

"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"

Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.

I hated waiting.

"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.

"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"

"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.

"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"

I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.

I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.

"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.

I can't believe we're pregnant.

"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.

"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"

"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.

"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.

"Baby..."

"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"

"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"

🍼

Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!

Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!

If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!

I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...

I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.

Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)

pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!

-Brit <3

#harrystyles #dadrry #harry styles with kids #britswriting #quadruplethelovehs #harrystylesfanfics #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystyleswattpad #harrystylesoneshot #harrystylesoneshots #harrystylessmut #harrystylesblurb #harrystylesblurbs #harrystylesimagine #harrystylesimagines #harrystyleswriting #harrystylesfanfic #harry styles social media #harry styles instagram #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x pregnant!reader #famous!harry #dad!harry #harry styles love on tour #harrys house #harries #harry styles photos #harry styles fake instagram

[egginfroggin]

Imagine...

Emmet is transported to Hisui.

He became five or six years old.

When he comes back, Ingo learns that he will now become a father.

Extremely late answer, sorry, Anon.

I feel that Arceus would get punched by a very irate Subway Boss in that scenario, I love it.

This has spawned many words in the master document, as my brain has decided to positively gnaw on this idea, and alas, nothing is finished yet, so have a bit of worldbuilding and some drawings in the meantime.

Worldbuilding and close-ups under the cut, and please click on the images for better quality.

And again, thank you so much for the ask, Anon, this was really fun! ^^

Pencil sketches:

first doodle of the Little Guy

height comparisons to further emphasize the "Little" part of the Little Guy

a) Akari and Rei making the mistake of turning their backs on Emmet for 0.5 seconds as he notices something off-camera b) the twins continuing to talk, oblivious to Emmet's act of absconding c) the twins turning around to talk to their teeny charge d) swift baseball bat of Realization at the Emmet-shaped absence in their immediate vicinity

Pen sketches (part of a page of sketches that were otherwise unrelated, hence the numbering):

3. a very happy lil man, despite the oversized hat 4. he skrungle scribble 5. who's he looking at? who knows

Digital art:

Emmet craves violence. Akari and Rei are used to this (featuring: probably the best expressions I've ever drawn)

he's a bit older now, but still smaller than his evolved starter; Typhlosion can tell his soul is older, but he is physically small, so she abuses his lack of height to shower him in affection

an internal mess of conflicting instincts, thoughts, and emotional maturity, but Arceus's plan is set in motion, and there's nothing Emmet can do about it

Worldbuilding:

Emmet got shrunk on his way to Hisui, due to the Rift's distorted power affecting him on the way out; he lands on Prelude Beach, drowning in his Depot Agent uniform now that he is teeny tiny

Arceus, panicking a little bit, communicates more directly with Emmet, urging him along on his mission

Emmet's memories are messed up, and his conduct is an odd combination of a child and an adult. By which I mean he can be disconcertingly clever and mature, but also the poutiest little guy with a habit of crying

Young age plus being overwhelmed plus stress equals one mute boi; this does not change his penchant for causing Problems

Jubilife is a lot more lenient with him because of how young he is, but Laventon, Cyllene, and Kamado suspect that he isn't supposed to be like this due to how he was found

Emmet is in an awkward position as far as finding living conditions go, being too odd for most parents to want to take in but also much too young to live on his own

Akari and Rei are assigned babysitters. Let the stressing and development of gray hairs commence

Emmet is Perfectly Behaved and causes no Problems at all, of course, why would he? Why would he?

(He bolts for the gates the moment Akari opens the door in the morning) (Ress caught him)

After sending Emmet home, Arceus shortly feels a distinct feeling of being in danger

After finding out that his brother has been shrunk and not fixed, Ingo fixes metaphorical (and perhaps literal) crosshairs on the back of Arceus's head

Arceus may be in danger

Close-ups of the digital art:

(Program used for the digital sketches: Krita; time taken: about 90 minutes)

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day. :>

#asks #anon asks #eggin's writings #eggin creatin' #submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #trainer rei #pla akari #wtst #best of intentions au #yeah that's right I'm giving it a tag #just so I can keep all the miscellaneous stuff together though #someone help these teenagers #and emmet for that matter #thank you again anon! #sorry this took so long to respond to

[riordanness]

he isn’t you [p.parker]

1.1K wordcount

requested: no

warnings: slightly abusive/manipulative relationship (not w peter)

[a/n: old writing, proceed with a cringe warning]

I walked with my head down through the crowded hallway of my school, Midtown School of Science and Technology. Kids busted around me, pushing and shoving, kissing and making out, yelling and crying and fighting.

"Hey." Someone touched my arm. My best friend, Peter Parker. His brown eyes searched mine, and he looked worried. I could tell, because whenever he's worried, his forehead crumples and his nose wrinkles, in this really strange, but somehow cute way.

"Hey," I said back, smiling slightly. "You're cute when you're worried."

"What?" Peter looked taken aback. His hand dropped from my arm, and he stared at me blankly.

I laughed. "Never mind. What's up?"

"Oh... Nothing. It's fine." He smiled, but I could tell it was forced. I didn't push it though. Peter and I had been best friends since we were five, and i food read him like a book, so I knew something was wrong. Either way, I wasn't going to force him into saying anything. If he wanted to tell me, he would.

I nodded. "Okay then. I'm looking for Jace... Have you seen him?" Jace was my boyfriend. I didn't think Peter liked him much though, because whenever I brought Jace up in conversation, Peter always tensed up and quickly changed the subject.

"No." Peter shook his head. "How- how's everything going with him? Everything okay? You're happy with him...?"

I smiled. Peter was so sweet. He'd always looked out for me, and did everything he could to help make me feel better.

"Yeah, everything's great," I lied. To tell the truth, everything wasn't great. Recently, Jace had started making me do all of his homework for him, and expecting me to obey his every whim. So far, he hadn't made me do anything utterly terrible, but I still felt a bit uncomfortable with our relationship. It just wasn't what I wanted.

Peter smiled a little. "Okay good. You'd... you'd tell me if anything was wrong, right? You'd let me help?"

I gave him a hug. "Of course, Pete. You're my absolute best friend. Of all time. You're always the one I come to about everything. But it's all just fine at the moment. Nothing to worry about, okay?"

Peter nodded, his lips pursed. I wondered briefly if he could read me as well as I could read him. I hoped not.

"You're still coming to the movies with me tonight, right?" Peter asked.

" 'Course, silly," I smiled, hitting him gently on the arm. "Wouldn't miss it."

"Okay, great..." Peter smiled, a little relieved, and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "See you tonight, then. At six. I'll pick you up."

I nodded, and with that, my best friend of ten years had disapearred into the crowd.

"Hey, baby," a new voice greeted me. This one, I was not happy to hear. I turned, just as an arm snaked its way around my waist.

"Hey, Jace." I forced a smile. Luckily, I was good at that.

"Did you do my homework for me? And get me those candy bars as well?"

I have to bite back a snarky remark, and reached into my backpack. I dug around for a few seconds, and pulled out a crumpled handful of Hershey bars, and an equally crumpled pile of paper sheets.

"Here." I handed the piles to Jace.

"Thank you, baby." Jace's tone was anything but thankful. He looked at me, and something in his expression scared me. "I'm thinking of doing something fun tonight... What do you say? A game of: 'you do exactly what I say for an hour'?"

The excited glint in his eyes made me shrink back in horror. "No!" I managed to force out. My throat was clenching on its own, and that made it hard to speak. I felt nauseous. I was pretty sure people in healthy relationships weren't supposed to feel that.

"I--" I swallowed hard. "We're over, Jace. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." I pushed past him, and ran.

✨🕸✨🕸✨🕸

That night, at exactly 5:56 P.M., I was sitting on the living room couch in my mum's apartment. I scrolled through my text message chats with Jace on my phone, trying to hold back tears. He wasn't worth my tears, besides, I was about to go hang out with Peter. I needed to get my mind of my boyfriend, I mean, ex-boyfriend.

I turned my phone off, and shoved it under the couch. I didn't want to see it again.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I sprang up quickly to open it, and heard my mum calling out: "Have fun sweetie, and see you later!"

I opened the door, and felt a massive wave of relief wash over me when my eyes met Peter's hazel ones. I couldn't help myself; I just ran right into his arms, not saying a word. I was afraid that if I did, I would start crying all over again.

"Oh, hey," Peter said, a little surprised. He wrapped his arms around me nevertheless. "You look, uh, really nice."

I'd forgotten what I was wearing, so I glanced down. Oh right. Slip-on tan brown flats, which were plain but super cute; a simple red dress, which had thick strap sleeves, and a navy blue cardigan tied around my waist. I'd braided my hair in a single braid down my back.

"Oh, thanks." I flushed. Jace had never really given me compliments, at least not after the initial few weeks of being together. He'd been a perfect boyfriend until a month after he'd asked me out, and then all turned to complete crap.

Peter smiled. "You ready to go?"

I glanced once at the couch, and at my phone which still lay underneath it, and made a quick decsision. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. I don't need anything."

Peter nodded, then he hesitated. "Before we go, actually, y/n, I have to tell you something..."

I frowned slightly. "What is it?" Was he going to say that he never wanted to see me again? Did he hate me? Was being my friend too much work for him? Was I too annoying?

"I love you."

Oh. Well that's not what I was expecting.

"And I know that you have a boyfriend, and that you're really happy with him and I'm just your stupid best friend but I've loved you since I was ten years old and I can keep this secret to myself anymore. Not that it's really a secret, I mean, both Ned and May knows, but it was kinda an accident in Ned's case, I mean --"

I shut him up with a quick kiss, pressing my mouth to his in a smooth gesture, then pulling away. "I don't have a boyfriend anymore, because he was just using me." I refused to let the tears come this time. "And... I love you too, Peter Parker."

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and I knew we understood each other. We always had, somehow.

"Now," I managed a cheeky grin, "how about that date to the movies, Parker?"

#peter parker #mcu #mcu peter parker #fanfic #fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #y/n #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker fanfic #tom holland peter parker

[satureja13]

A Gothy Imbolc - Part 2 Part 1 is 👉 here

The crowd went crazy and stormed the dancefloor when Ji Ho and Jeb played the first tunes of Temple of Love from the Sisters of Mercy (I just imagined Ji Ho singing the female part and Jeb the rest and got goosebumps ö.ö')

In the temple of love you hide together Believing pain and fear outside But someone near you rides the weather And the tears he cried will rain on walls As wide as lovers eyes

Ah, I love to see them happy and carefree after all they had to go through. Ji Ho is doing a good job with his Siren's Spells.

In the temple of love: Shine like thunder In the temple of love: Cry like rain In the temple of love: Hear my calling In the temple of love: Hear my name

Aouwww Vlad and Saiwa are dancing together!

And the devil in black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black wind come carry me far away

I'd been so disappointed with the clothes from the Goth Galore Kit but it inspired us to make this special so it was worth the 5€ :3

In the black sky thunder sweeping Underground and over water Sounds of crying weeping will not save Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar All your prayers must seem as nothing Ninety-six below the wave When stone is dust and only air remains

Ji Ho was amazing too. I didn't change his hair back to black this time. So he's a blonde goth tonight ^^' At least he's in a dark mood ^w^

(Black is even his natural hair color haha. I really wish we could set different hair colors for the outfits without going in CAS. Same with the beards. I mean wigs and fake beards are a thing since - um always? At least since 'The Life of Brian' 2.000+ years ago! -.-)

The concert came to an end but they all continued to dance and celebrate for a while. Until Ji Ho's Siren's Spells faded.

Jeb is very pleased with how the evening went. He'd feared the worst since they all are at the edge because of Kiyoshi's return and try to avoid each other.

And then I caught Ji Ho and Vlad like this :3 How cute they are <3 And Great Uncle Eddie is in charge of the bar 💀

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#home happy home #sims 4 story #simlit #strawberry cake fashion #siren's songs #jeb and Ji Ho music #gothy imbolc #simblr #jeb harris #underwater love #Jeb Ji Ho music #The Crappy Home #the sims 4 for rent #sims 4 for rent #for rent #jack callahan #vladimir tepesz #saiwa #giga byte #kiyoshi ito #woo ji ho #ts4 #sims 4 vanilla #imbolc 2024 #goth galore #show us your sims #sims #tomarang

[talktomeinclexa]

The Marriage Pact

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: Two childhood best friends swear to marry each other if they are still single by thirty-four. As the years pass and no one else seems good enough, the deadline approaches. Will they go through with it? Can one marry their best friend and truly be happy?

***

Chapter 5: Friends Get Married

“Are you ready, Lex? I told Mom and Dad we would be there by six. We should leave soon if we want to beat the traffic.”

Lexa sat on her bed, lost in thoughts as her fingers clenched around a small velvet box she had been holding on to for days.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Clarke asked as she entered her room.

Lexa blinked a few times before turning her attention toward the door and the woman leaning against its frame. She couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours later, they would be married. After twenty-seven years of uninterrupted friendship and six months of cohabiting, she would soon call Clarke her wife.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Yes,” Lexa replied before the worry in Clarke’s voice turned into a deep furrow between her brows.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stood up and crossed the room under Clarke’s intrigued gaze. “I have something for you,” she explained in a voice softened by emotion. “Since we don’t have engagement rings…”

Drawing courage in the softness of Clarke’s eyes, she opened the box without shaking. Inside sat a white gold band ornamented with a sapphire the same deep blue as Clarke’s eyes in the evening sunlight. Simple and tasteful, like the woman it seemed to have been made for.

Clarke’s breath caught at the sight, and she reflexively covered her mouth with her hand. “Lex… It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

With a hand she hoped wasn’t clammy, Lexa took the ring and placed it on Clarke’s finger.

“Thanks,” Clarke whispered against Lexa’s lips before placing a sweet kiss on them that had both of them smile.

They had gotten more used to the gesture since moving in together, and although they remained a far cry from the heavy make-out of their teenage years, it didn’t feel weird anymore.

“You’re very welcome. It was Mom’s. She gave it to me for you when the time seemed right. And since it’s the last time we’ll be alone before the wedding, I thought…”

“Now I feel like I owe Dany a kiss,” Clarke said cheekily, and both chuckled at the thought. “Hey,” she added more softly. “Thank you. I’m one lucky girl.”

Keep reading

#Clexaweek23 #Clexaweek 2023 #Day 1 - Childhood friends #Childhood Friends #Friends to Lovers #Marriage #The Marriage Pact Clexa

[twigg96]

hiya love!!

I know I was just as shocked to hear people have WIP folders lmaoo

could we get a little sneak peak for the preturn Merle fic cause 😭I want to ask about Avery x Daryl so bad but I want it to be a full surprise ;)

sending good vibes, love you!! <3

Hello @asgardianhobbit98!! You absolutely may have a peek of The Book of Merle!! 👀❤️ I’m so happy you’re excited for your surprise and I hope you enjoy this snippet!!

Prologue

Rating: M

Characters: Merle Dixon, William Dixon (Father cannon), Lizbeth Dixon (Mom OC)

Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse and Neglect, underage drinking, arrests, removal of children from homes into foster care,

The Book of Merle

From the time Merle was little, he knew and understood the rules right away. He had to in order to make it in the Dixon household. It was ingrained in him. Forcibly. Carved into his very skin. Over and over. His momma always told him his first word was Daddy then his second Shhh. It was even then in his subconscious known that there was a danger and it needed to be avoided.

Rule Number One:

Don’t make too much noise in the mornings when daddy first wakes up, especially not before he has his first drink. The welts on his back and his mother’s black eyes were proof enough of what could happen if he strayed from this rule. His Daddy did his damnedest to provide for his family the best he knew how… Or so that’s what he said. He always went out to the shed in the woods and made that “liquid gold” that was clear as far as Merle could tell and made him a nicer man to be around when he drank it. Said it was refreshing. Merle assumed it was like when he pressed his lips to the water pump outside, letting that cold spring water rush past his lips in the heat of the summer. But when he pressed his lips to one of the mason jars he found one day when he was all but six years old and his momma and daddy were preoccupied, busy in their room having kicked him out of the house for the day, Merle found that the drink burned like hell but eased his worrying mind in a numbing way that he found he liked.

Rule Number Two:

Never ask questions when dad gives you important business to do for his work, just shut up and get the job done quickly. Merle didn’t adhere to this rule once. Just once however. His father had advised that he skip school and take the long way to a “colleague's” house where he was to drop off the mason jar he placed in his knapsack. But the familiar warm feeling of the “liquid gold” his father made called out to him oh so loudly. He wanted another taste even if it was just one. And so instead of heeding his father’s words to follow the rugged deer trails around the mountain Merle followed the main roads he always took to school. How would his father know if half the jar was gone by the time he arrived at his friends? How wouldn’t he know he hand just… spilled it? But then the police pulled up. And everything moved so fast. Too fast. And before he knew ir he was sitting in holding waiting for his momma to come get him and his daddy to come with his belt.

Rule Number 3:

Never cry if your belly ain’t full. It ain’t right not when momma and daddy work so hard to put what they can on the table while yer at school.

Rule Number 4:

Never make momma cry, it makes her makeup run and when it does the bruises show through. The ladies at work like to ask questions and call the cops for her getting their noses in her business like it’s their job to care.

Rule Number 5:

Can’t never tell yer teacher what daddy did for work. If they ever asked he had to say he was waitin’ for a good management position.

Rule number 6:

Whats hunted is shared or we all starve. In the same breath. We give back to the forest for it feeds us and gives us shelter from the dangers that exist in life. If we do this we will always have a place to hide when things get really bad. The woods will always be the safest place.

Rule Number 7:

Most importantly… Hide when the people in suits came calling from CPS they were never any good and only ever took ya away momma and wanted to keep you from protecting her.

See… Merle knew these rules… he learned them through experience. And knew them all like the back of his hand. He learned how to skate between braking them and keeping them in check. Daryl however… born 8 full years after Merle. He didn’t. And Merle really didn’t want to teach him. But… if he didn’t, who would?

#please follow them #please check them out #thank you for the ask! #thank you sooooo much #my fanfiction #fanfic #The Book of Merle #prologue #fanfiction #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #merle dixon #twd merle #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead Merle

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 10 random thoughts (ch 5-8)

part 1 here.

okay, time for part 2. i don't want to do this, i have a pit in my stomach.

chapter 5:

destroying razlo's punishers... a good strategy!

getting leverage to jump by stepping on his leg, i love it

you could say he. he was. *wheeze*... i guess you could say he was... ...disarmed... [a comically large hook drags me off the stage]

wolfwood and razlo just met today (not technically but y'know), but he can read razlo so well already, taunting him like this.

THIS FIGHT...!!! it's reminding me of vash vs knives in the finale of the 98 anime! one black gun and one white gun, and them being on even ground, making the same moves...

they're an even match when they're just whaling on each other, but wolfwood has tactics that razlo doesn't. also this is an insanely cool move.

chapter 6:

^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said again)

^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said for a third time)

he knows wolfwood is dying. we know wolfwood is dying. he can't do anything to stop it. we can't do anything to stop it. (except for refusing to keep turning the pages, i guess)

THEY HAVE NAMES?

vash can't do anything to stop wolfwood from dying, but he can help wolfwood go out on his own terms...

PLEASE, HE'S ALREADY DYING, WE DON'T NEED YET ANOTHER DEATH FAKEOUT FOR THE BOOKS.

livio interfering... i'm not an expert but this is not how DID works. but sure. the drama carries it.

WHY AND HOW IS CHAPEL STILL ALIVE FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

razlo realizes very fast that chapel never cared. despite his verbal denial, i think he was realizing way before this.

DESERVED!!! YES.... KILL!!!!!!

of course razlo can only attack. attack, like how he killed livio's parents. not that chapel doesn't deserve it, but this is the only thing razlo knows how to do.

ough. livio apologizing... "i'm okay now"...

so is razlo just gone now? like i said, i'm not a DID expert, i know re-integration(? not sure if that's the correct term sorry) is possible, but i don't know if this is how it works...

honestly, i feel bad for razlo. he only knew a life of violence, he was manipulated and indoctrinated by chapel, all he wanted was to be needed but his last experiences are finding out that chapel didn't care about him and then livio telling him he doesn't need him anymore. poor guy.

chapter 7:

oh, no, i don't want to read this chapter again. don't make me read this chapter again.

the difference between this and tristamp... stamp had the orphanage much more directly tied to EoM, and a bunch of guys in suits came to pick wolfwood up. this scene is a lot more "normal," a lot less obviously suspicious. idk if i'd go so far as to say stamp!melanie was in on the whole thing, but she doesn't look happy about wolfwood leaving... i do wonder how stampede will handle all this... ANYWAY!

"six years"... lmao. now i understand what people meant when they said the timeline is confusing. it's killing me and i hate it, actually?! nightow ALL you had to do was NOT specify a number!!!

the coins... i constantly forget about them and i find it funny whenever they're brought up... they were so clearly meant to set the ghg up as a shonen battle enemy-of-the-month type thing but then that got thrown off the rails when the magazine ceased publication and everything got turned upside down. yet the coins persist. what are they all for in the end.

also i'm sad. this is wolfwood's paltry attempt at pushing vash away. (also he's been carrying rai-dei's coin this whole time?! lol?! that's also sad... just waiting to give it to vash i guess...)

"this is the way you want it? are you sure?" i'm just fucking inconsolable at this point.

of course this attempt at sincere emotion is deflected. you boys are so, so, so, so, so stupid.

i can't do this man. i can't review the couch scene. i'm crying too much.

the prayer. this especially is getting to me. we've seen wolfwood pray a few times, but now it's vash's turn to pray. we've never seen him do that. and while vash was there to answer wolfwood's prayer... there is no one to answer vash.

what if i climbed into the microwave right fucking now.

ourgh. out of all the images in this chapter, this is the one that stuck with me the most. even more than the couch images. ugh, i can't even fucking write.

chapter 8:

i don't know where else to say this...? lol but livio's personality is different, he's cute now. is this because he broke out of the EoM brainwashing or because he integrated with(???) razlo? (once again: IS this how this works???) or is it both? either way he's a lot more expressive than he was before...

other people have already talked about how we didn't see the burial. i'm also thinking about everything else we didn't see. vash buried wolfwood, and he also cleaned up outside, brought livio in and laid him down, gathered ingredients and started cooking...

how long did he sit on that couch for before he moved. how much and how hard did he cry. we didn't see that either. we don't need to.

knives. he's smearing blood on his face again.

his laughter... i don't think he finds this funny like "haha funny" necessarily, i think he's just losing it.

vash defends the orphanage and knives doesn't even push it. he just moves on. hmm, i'm trying to articulate this... vash's display of power used up more of his life, which knives noticed obviously, and vash is willing to go that far to protect the orphanage... knives still doesn't want vash to die, and... he's laughing out of disbelief, or something like that. i don't know.

vash and livio sharing a meal together is... it's nice. but vash is still clearly very angry. with livio, with razlo, with himself too probably.

i don't know. i'm not angry with livio or razlo at all. they were both victims of chapel same as wolfwood. this is all chapel's fault in my mind, lol.

oh.

we're gonna see this in stampede too, aren't we. wolfwood will die for a third time and we're gonna see vash holding the punisher.

the fact that this volume doesn't even have the goofy author extra... we're just forced to sit with this. man. the book club wasn't kidding, it's so much worse the second time around. the first time i cried a little but i was mostly just taking it all in. the second time i was like actually heaving and sobbing. reading this volume twice within a few days was a BAD IDEA.

AND WE STILL HAVE FOUR VOLUMES LEFT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON AFTER THIS. four entire volumes without wolfwood...

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #sorry if this is incomprehensible i was crying too much while outlining this and i don't want to read the volume AGAIN #i'm surprised at how much i had to say about razlo in this volume... i ended up finding him more interesting than i thought i would...

[the-ravening]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @zsparz and @six-demon-bag for tagging me! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3? Only 12, because I am a baby writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 86k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Winterbaron, or more accurately, Zemo/everyone

4. Top five fics by kudos: Let's do a top 3, since top 5 would just be like half my fics.

Something Sweet to Eat (142 kudos) Extremely underage Halloween fic, bunny boy Zemo shows up trick or treating at Bucky's house Adopt, Don’t Shop (123 kudos) Omegaverse, bratty teen Zemo is for sale at an Omega kennel and Alpha Bucky goes shopping Gift-Wrapped (113 kudos) This was the first fic I ever posted (just a few years ago) and I'm still pretty proud of it. Just a silly Winterbaron rimming PWP, but it's hot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, I always mean to, but I think I'm a bit behind right now. I know there are some amazing comments on Home to Me from last year that I still haven't replied to and I feel bad about it all the time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Under Lock and Key (what a mess we’ve made), the Heinrich/Helmut Zemo dadcest fic I wrote for @ex0rin where I followed her hurt/no comfort philosophy of leaving him on the floor crying.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't know if I really do happy endings? I have PWPs where the happy ending is they both come, if that counts. 😅 Let's say... Ink Kissed (with violent precision) where tattoo artist Bucky gives his client Zemo a dick tattoo, and Zemo ends up quite happy with the tattoo as well as the rest of the service.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only gotten one or two of the world's mildest hate comments. I guess my ships are sufficiently niche that no one cares about them.

9. Do you write smut? Yeah! Do I write anything other than smut? No.

10. Craziest crossover: I've only written one crossover, A Suitable Course of Treatment, Bucky Barnes/Laszlo Kreizler from The Alienist, which isn't crazy at all because as we all know, Laszlo has Zemo's face. (If it counts, I once started a Dir en grey x Sailormoon fic where the band members magically turned into Sailor Scouts, but I did not ever get far on it.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, the aforementioned Adopt, Don’t Shop was co-written with @violenciorp and @tales-from-a-maphia-don, because Vio lovingly bullied us into it, despite me and Mel ostensibly not being into Omegaverse.

14. All time favorite ship? I've jumped ship a lot over the years, but it's gotta be Winterbaron, since this is the ship that finally got me writing and posting and getting really involved in a fandom.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The first serious attempt I made at writing in this fandom was this teen Zemo necrophilia thing, and I wrote the necro part but none of the plotty stuff leading up to it. I still dream of finishing it, in an abstract way where I have no motivation to ever work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at rhythm and flow and making my prose sound musical? That's something I focus a lot on and I tend to read aloud while editing to make sure it sounds good to my ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably plot and dialogue, and figuring out how to include technical details of things I know nothing about. But most of all procrastination, my arch-nemesis.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally avoid it, because I find it annoying to have to look up the translations in the middle of reading. I prefer to just say they're speaking in whatever language but write the dialogue in English.

19. First fandom you wrote in? J-rock RPF in the early 2000s, but I mostly just did a bit of RP and never got far with any fics I started.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Sometimes it feels like every new thing I post is my new favourite, haha. But I thiiiink my fave has been Something Sweet to Eat since I wrote it (the Halloween fic mentioned earlier), because it's probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written to date. I am truly the main audience for that fic and I'm very happy with it.

No pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @evenmyhivemindisempty, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

#this was fun but wow I ramble #tag game #writer asks #ravening writes

[the-forest-library]

Mid-Year Book Freakout 2023

I was tagged by @logarithmicpanda and @theinquisitxor - thanks! This is a post I look forward to each year. 

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

The Queen’s Thief series. I devoured these books. They are sublime. 

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

See above. Also, Mysteries of Thorn Manor. I was delighted to have more adventures with Elisabeth, Nathaniel, and Silas. 

3. New release you haven’t read yet

I am still waiting on library holds for Going Bicoastal, Business or Pleasure, and Will They or Won’t They.

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

I’m sure there’s something I’m forgetting, but nothing comes to mind. The books I was really looking forward to came out in the first half of the year.

5. Biggest disappointment

Live Wire by Kelly Ripa. I was looking for some tales of Dance Party USA, but they were sadly lacking. 

6. Biggest surprise

How many books I’d read about podcasts about missing girls, lol. That seemed to be a big publishing trend in the last six-eight months. 

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

Well, Megan Whalen Turner. Also, Elissa Sussman and K.L. Walther.

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favorite character

I was going to say the main quartet from the Queen’s Thief, but my love extends to Costis, and Kamet, and Pheris, too. But really, Eugenides is at the top of the list.

9. Book that made you cry

Moira’s Pen - those last two stories killed me. Oh, and Happy Place. Absolutely destroyed me. 

10. Book that made you happy

America the Beautiful? by Blythe Roberson and Raw Dog by Jamie Loftus. I love a good road trip travelogue, but the addition of the national parks and food made me love these books even more. 

11. Favorite Adaptation

Bryony and Roses by T. Kingfisher is a lovely beauty and the beast retelling. 

12. Prettiest Cover

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries. The American and British versions are both pretty.

13. A book you need to read before the end of the year

I have a few books left of my 23 in 2023 list, including Persuasion and two TBD Discworld books. 

Tagging (no pressure, just fun!): @leer-reading-lire, @readingrobin, @godzilla-reads, @lizziethereader, @accidentalspaceexplorer, @aliteraryprincess, and anyone else that would like to do this!

#book discussion #books #booklr #bookish #reading #bibliophile #mid year book tag

[sirduckytontheduck]

Finished Fics - November

1. Heavyweight by emmbrancsxxo, valleydean (emmbrancsxxo)

word count: 206,744

Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.

With this fic, I expected there to be more tension within character dynamics in regards attitudes towards homosexuality as this is somewhat of a period piece, but I think that it is easier to achieve the happy ending the characters ultimately get without the added angst. But I really did like the world building and the building of plot! A very good read! I read it relatively quickly because I didn't want to put it down!

2. Cinderwings by bendingsignpost

word count: 181,619

Under the cover of a masquerade ball, Castiel has five nights to recover the key to his people's freedom. The world has changed greatly in the six centuries since their banishment into the void, but the task isn't impossible. Unfortunately for Castiel, this is going to involve talking to people - especially the Knight Prince who has taken an interest in Castiel and his "costume" wings. (Destiel Cinderella AU)

I thought this was an interesting take on the character dynamics between Dean and Cas. The slow burn is slow burn! But, in my opinion, it is kind of weird in the sense that it is very one-sided for a large portion of the fic. Once we get to where the feelings are for sure reciprocated, there's just so much plot that I didn't feel as satisfied with the outcome at the end. Overall, I would give this fic a 6.75/10, but that's just personal preference. It is definitely worth giving a chance!

3. Right Where You Left Me by outdean

word count: 93,581

Ten years after the empty swallows Cas up, it spits him right back out—but a lot can change in a decade. OR The "Cas comes back from the empty to find that Dean is married" fic.

Objectively, this was a good fic! Like, I finished it in a couple days because I was invested in the plot, but I just don't really like romance stories that play off of emotional infidelity. I think it's great that they end up together in the end, but I am a firm believer that cheating is bad, so that's my only criticism on this one.

4. Twist and Shout by standbyme, gabriel

word count: 97,556

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Everyone's read this one. And it is one of the most terrible, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching stories ever written. (Which could be saying a lot, I don’t know.) This was the second time I read this fic and I finished it in one night. Needless to say, I'm glad my roommate wasn't woken up by my frequent trips to the bathroom to blow my nose from how much I was crying.

5. And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets

word count: 56,972

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

I thought this fic was rather sweet. It was interesting which poems the author included in their story, but even more interesting was their own poems created for the story! I love when people create art because it inspires others to create art of their own.

#fanfic rec #destiel #twist and shout #heavyweight #cinderwings #destiel fic rec

[glitt3r-litt3r]

can i get an eddie munson fic where the reader gets #vecnad and eddie plays her fav song on guitar and sings it to her and they have an emotional love confession after she comes back? pretty please and thanks

OF CORSE!! I live for Eddie Munson. Also using vecna like that is so fucking funny. get vecna'd. 

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Song: Angel by Judas Priest. This song fucks so hard. 

Angel

My headache was back. The pulsing behind my eyes made it hard to even read my book at the moment. I hoped today's headache would only last a couple minutes, they've been getting shorter. The nightmares and visions were another thing but I've never been the most stable person in Hawkins. I've had nightmares since I could remember and the visions aren't scary just an old clock, no biggie. Or that's what I've been telling myself.

Its not like I can show up at the counselors office talking about shit like that, they'd send me to the loony bin almost immediately. The only person I've told about the headaches is Eddie. He's such a worrywart and tried to tell me to go to the doctors like 5 times but I refuse cause they give me the heebee jeebies. As someone who lives for horror movies it's hard to creep me out but doctors know just how to get me. No fucking chance. He’s freaked himself out after the whole  Chrissy thing so I decided to keep him company but even in the light of day my eyes are strained. 

I want to find Eddie, not like he can go far and maybe he’ll rub my head. 

When I make into the living room he sits about to light a cigarette. Before he can greet me I rip the cigarette from his mouth and flick it out the open window.

"You promised me you'd quit" I say turning my face away from the bright sun peaking in through the window. Shit it’s bright.

"I promised you I tried so technically I haven't failed, that was my first one today" he says

Not having the patience to argue semantics with him I cut right to what I need, "can you rub my head for a bit I don't feel well"

“fine but if you fall asleep I'm drawing a dick on your forehead.” I don’t even have the energy but he knows I'd kill him. 

He walks toward the guest bedroom and I follow.

"another headache? That's like the fourth this week and it's only Wednesday" he opens the door and then closes it behind me. It was oddly cool in here, thank god for the fall weather.

"it'll pass I just need to lay for a bit and think happy thoughts" I let my body drop onto the bed and adjust to try and get comfortable enough to not cry.

"think happy thoughts? Right. Let me know how that works out for you because I've got this rash on my leg that I can't seem to get rid of and-"

"Eddie please, my head" I reply turning on my side to face him. He sits across from me playing with his rings. God if I wasn't in so much pain I'd be trying to memorize each detail of his hands. He must notice me staring because he offers his and up to me. I take hold of it fiddling with his rings for a moment before pressing his fingers to my forehead. This is the most physical we've ever been, maybe it's the headache or the hysteria of a new school year but I can't get enough. He slowly starts dragging his hands over my face brushing lightly along all my features. It’s a small distraction for me and it’s working.

He sits in silence for at least 10 minutes while he rubs my face which I know is causing him excruciating pain. 

"you wanna get your sweetheart" I whisper out. One of his requests for banishment was his guitar. That and a six pack but I wasn’t gonna be drunk with Eddie alone. 

"you know you're my one true sweetheart" he says dramatically holding his hands over his heart

"don't make me barf Eds" I reply, that's not what I wanted to say but it'll have to do for now.

"rude" he mutters leaving the room for a couple moments. I miss the feel of his hands on my face. When he comes back he has one of his guitars in his hand, I bought him this one for his last birthday. He claimed he didn’t like acoustic but he still plays it so I’m happy.

The way he's holding the instrument makes me jealous in a way. He never holds me or looks at me like that and I so badly wish he did. He'll never know that because I won't ever say anything out loud but damn he should figure it out soon or I'll literally explode.

He starts strumming softly playing in no particular order or tune. He keeps it quiet in case anyone’s snooping around reefer ricks. It still sounds beautiful but in a chaotic way. Usually loud noises when I have a headache mean shooting pains into the sides of my temples but this is the one exception. When he starts humming softly I know I'm done for. He's singing Angel by Judas Priest, the song that was playing the day we first met.

I think back to the day he first saw me at the skate park. He was there to do some business, I was on my roller skates attempting to drop in. I felt old at that age but I realize now 16 is definitely not old. It had been such a horrible day I just needed to skate around and listen to music so that's exactly what I did.

He stood watching me for a minute before I decided enough was enough and went over. We had seen each other around school but had never actually talked so all I knew about him was that he played devil worshiping games and was a loner. He came up with some bullshit excuse about how I looked like someone he knew but I couldn't hear him really over the sound of Judas Priest. When I finally pulled them off I remember his face went beet red after realizing I hadn't heard a word he said.

"you're music is really loud"

"yeah I think it's better that way"

"what were you listening to?" he asks shifting from one foot to another

"Angel by Judas Priest" I said. I thought finally he'd leave me alone but his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. I remember in perfect detail his smile. Every tooth every outline of his lips it was gorgeous and kind of off centered in a cute way. On good days he looks 16 again when he smiles.

I feel myself smiling as I remember back to that day, he's still playing softly but it’s fading in and out.

Suddenly the daydream feels wrong, like I've misremembered something. The smile, the beautiful kid smile drops from his face. Instead he looks pissed. The air around us gets frigid instead of warm and I feel myself shivering.

"Eddie?" I call to him but I can tell if it's the one in my head or the one in real life. My head is pounding now every part of my head vibrates. When he responds his words cut me straight to my bones.

"I can't believe you think I'd ever love someone like you." his voice is so unlike his it make tears spring up into my eyes.

I try backing away but my feet won't move how I want them to. He’s never spoken to me like this. Something about the tone is off, too deep. 

“Eddie...” I want to tell him to stop joking around and say sorry. 

“Eddie,” He mocks, “you know, I’ve always hated the way you say my name in that whiny voice. God you’re pathetic.” He shoves me hard into the ground. He stands above me as the sky reddens with his classic smile but it’s wrong all of this is wrong. Why isn’t it going away. My hips ache from the fall and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. The breaths aren’t coming quick enough or long enough like I'm being stepped on.

“Wakeupwakeupwakeup” I whisper closing my eyes

A voice booms from the sky making a chill run down my spine. “You can’t wake up from this. You’ll neve be able to escape your horrible mind. I’m here to free you from it Y/N. Don’t you want to be free?” 

My eyes snap open at the sound afraid whoever it is is closer than I think. When I turn around I feel all the air leave my lungs. Whatever this thing is it’s huge and bloody. I can’t focus my eyes and my head is swaying from the shock. I want to move to crawl or run or even walk out but my fucking feet are trapped just like I am. The weight on my chest increases as he get’s closer.

Looking around there is nothing but ruin. Black blurs in the distance shift slowly. Wood and cement are thrown haphazardly around in the distance. Parts of some structure lie next to me. Everything is red, the clouds, the creature, and my vision. Oh fuck I'm going to die here. Fuck me! And fuck this guy whatever he fucking is. I feel my hands start to shake as I stand up.

“FUCK YOU!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I need badass last words if I'm going to die. The thing moves closer to me, hand outstretched with two inch claws at the end. I hear Eddie behind me. 

Whipping around to find him, his voice was so clear. He was here I'm sure of it and now it’s gone.

“Eddie! Eddie I'm over here” I call out but onto emptiness echoes back.

“He won’t save you, he doesn’t even like you. That’s why he hides you from people, he would rather die than be seen with you” 

“EDDIE!” I scream again. The tears dropping down my face taste salty as I open my mouth to yell again. I’m cut short when I see a burst of grey off to my left. Like someone blew a hole in the smoke screen of red. I feel his claws dig into the back of my head drawing blood almost immediately. It runs down my face and neck mixing with the tears and sweat. Another flash, bigger this time and permanent. Through it I can see Eddie’s hands, his silver rings glittering as his fingers shake over the fret of the guitar. He’s playing our song. 

“Angel, put sad wings around me now Protect me from this world of sin so that we can rise again Oh, Angel, we can find our way somehow Escaping from the world we're in to a place where we began” 

If this is how I die I’ll be okay with that. Listening to his soft voice lulling me to sleep in this hellscape. 

The hole get’s bigger as I feel his grip slipping from me. Finally wiggling free I run as hard as I can to the sound. He never stops playing but it get’s louder now. 

“When I close my eyes, I hear your velvet wings and cry I'm waiting here with open arms Oh, can't you see? Angel, shine your light on me”

I’m panting hard as I make my first steps away from him. He doesn’t chase me but that doesn’t slow my pace. Suddenly I hear something cutting through the air dropping directly where I was just standing. Now is not the time, fucker. It’s just like Galaga, avoid impending doom and exploding alien spaceships, easy. 

I hear the creatures words replaying in my head. He doesn’t even like you. He doesn’t want you. He won’t save you. Each loop makes me cry harder. I have to believe he does. i have to believe that he would save me if I was drowning, hell he’s done it so many times now without even trying. I wish I could focus on the beautiful way he’s playing but I can only imagine his tear stained face as he tries to save me without alerting the neighbors.

“Angel, we'll meet once more, I'll pray When all my sins are washed away Hold me inside your wings and stay Oh, angel, take me far away”

The song crescendos at the last line, it was always my favorite. I hear his desperate words pleading with a god he doesn’t believe in. I run harder. The next second I run harder still. My throat is on fire, the crimson stain from my blood makes it hard to see and I can’t breathe. I run harder. 

“Put sad wings around me now Angel take me far away Put sad wings around me now, so that we can rise again”

When I return to my body I'm still on the bed but I’m curled into a ball. I don’t open my eyes or wait any longer to start crying. My knuckles ache as I brace around the comforter. The only sound is my loud sobbing and shifting. 

“Y/N thank fucking Christ oh my god I hate it here Jesus!” His voice is his own now, no more demon no more nightmare. I sit up and met him with bloodshot eyes before flinging my body into his. The smell of him takes over me. He smells like he always has but something about it is better now. I feel the tears sliding between his neck and my face but I don’t care. 

“Eddie...” there’s nothing I can say. I whisper his name over and over until I can’t stop. He holds me tightly around the middle of my back pulling me impossibly close to him. 

“How did you get to me? How did you save me?” 

“I thought you were a goner like Chrissy. Luckily Dustin just told me about this music thing to bring people back from Vecna's curse. I’m so glad he was right fuck. I thought I lost you there” He states. I haven’t stopped gripping his jacket.

“it was horrible he was saying...he said you...” I try explaining but I keep shivering and my teeth bang against each other violently every time I try and open my mouth. 

“It’s okay. Whatever he’s saying isn’t real. This is real. He’s just some seriously deranged loner with a reality problem” it’s so Eddie that it makes me laugh. It comes out jagged and bubbled with snot. He continues rubbing my back.

“You’re a deranged loner with a reality problem” I say pulling back to look at him.

His face breaks out into a smile and the tears that were gathered in his eyes finally swell over down his cheeks. He let’s out a scoff that turns into a chuckle.

“Oh is that so miss ‘let me hang out with the freak while he’s exiled’“ 

“you wouldn’t last a day without me” I say playing with the end of his hair behind his back.

“that I would not” he says it softly like he’s scared. His eyes shift uncomfortably away from my face but I drop my head to meet them.

“You saved me. You. No one else would have been able to do that.”

“but it’s your favorite song”

“do you know why it’s my favorite song? hmm?” I pull his chin up with my hand. It’s now or never. He shakes his head but something tells me he’s lying.

“it’s my favorite song because it was playing the day, the moment, I met you. Since that day, it will always be my favorite song. You saved me because you love me. I know you do and even if I don’t know what kind of love or for how long you love me and I couldn’t have made it out of there without you so I love you too.” When I finish I let out a breath. My teeth are still chattering quietly.

“You love me? You...” He pauses searching in my eyes as I nod my head.

When our lips finally meet its salty from our tears. I feel the dam breaking once and for all and I kiss him with everything I have. He is holding me so close there’s nothing but him. He is everything. We hold our lips together unmoving and breathing hard. He rubs the side of my face and I hold onto his neck. 

When we pull away I say the first thing that comes to mind

“told you you have a reality problem.” I laugh. He chuckles again. That smile, that Eddie smile fills me with so much emotion I begin to cry again. This time though he just wipes my tears and kisses me again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie being a god #eddie playing guitar #eddie munson is so sweet

[themelodyofspring]

Mid year book freakout

Tagged by @booksandrandomfandoms and @bibliophilecats ✨

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

Tress of The Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

Wolfsong by TJ Klune

The Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix E. Harrow

Undercover by Tamsyn Muir

Unmasking Autism by Dr. Devon Price

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

The Creeping Shadow by Jonathan Stroud

3. New release you haven’t read yet but want to

Hell Bent, The Golden Enclaves (Do these still count as new releases?)

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

Uhhhhh 🫥 what's releasing?!? Ravensong by TJ Klune (which was released 82457 years ago but I'm finally able to buy it thanks to the new Tor release).

5. Biggest disappointment

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

6. Biggest surprise

The Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix E. Harrow!! Everyone read this short story!!!!!! It will blow your mind (and other senses).

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

Jonathan Stroud! Thanks to the Netflix show (that was cancelled 😭) I started reading the series and they're so good.

8. Newest fictional crush

Oh God I donno umm LOCKWOOD! (I like sad blorbos who need therapy)

9. Newest favorite character

George Karim/Cubbins from Lockwood and Co.

Tress from Tress of The Emerald Sea

Gordo from Wolfsong 🥺

10. Book that made you cry

Every happy book makes me cry. Next question!

11. Book that made you happy

The Creeping Shadow by Jonathan Stroud (because Hollow Boy broke my heart and this one mended it)

Tash Hearts Tolstoy by Kathryn Ormsbee

12. Favourite adaptation

Lockwood and Co. on Netflix 🥲

13. Prettiest Cover

This one ���

14. A book you need to read before the end of the year

The Empty Grave by Jonathan Stroud (I finally found the last paperback and my whole set is mismatched now but who cares anymore!!)

Tagging: @appleinducedsleep , @stefito0o 😘 do it!

#mid year book freak out tag #tagged #tag game #this is a sponsored lockwood and co post 😭 #sponsored by my tears

[lastcallatrockysbar]

Oversharing on the Internet

Thanks for the tag, @sensitivehandsomeactionman 😊

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is the same as my Mom’s. Actually, she wanted to name me Dawn - my father’s name was Don. But he said absolutely not, so... 20 years later (yes, 20 years), my baby sister was born, and I guess she wore him down, because her name is Dawn. LOL

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

Within the last hour - because I’m a sap and I was watching an episode of Chicago Fire, which gives you an opportunity to cry about every other ep 😁😭

THREE: Do you have kids?

Two.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Who, me?? 

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

Does mini-golf count? 😂

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

How they treat other people. I can’t handle unkind people.

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Blue

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Both, it depends on my mood. Although these days I tend to prefer a suspenseful thriller more than a horror movie as far as scary movies go.

NINE: Any special talents?

I write, but I guess it’s up to my readers to say if I have talent 😉

TEN: Where were you born?

Born, raised, still live in Nebraska

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

Playing video games on my Switch (Zelda games are my fave), board and other types of games when I’m with family, writing, reading, Supernatural/Jensen fandom stuff.

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

Not any more - I just borrow snuggles from my son’s Yorkie 😊

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

5′5′’

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

English was the easiest for me, but my favorite was algebra/geometry. Must be the puzzle-loving side of me.

FIFTEEN: Dream job

Right now I work from home full time, and that’s as good as it gets, I think - not having to drive to work, dress in office clothes, and all the social interaction that my introvert self hated. But I’d really rather be independently wealthy and spend all my time doing things I actually love doing without worrying about being able to pay my bills.

I’ll tag @jensensgotyoudean  @deanscarlett  @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior  @deanwinchesterswitch  @jensenscomedyelbows

#tumblr games #sensitivehandsomeactionman #oversharing on the internet #thanks dani!

[read-and-write-]

9 books

I was tagged by @suseagull04 and @happiness-of-the-pursuit :D

Call this the list of books I won't shut up about. In no particular order because I can't go that far to pick favourites

1. The Way of Kings - Brandon Sanderson. This brick of book had me feeling emotions I had not experienced in years, I stubbornly decided to start the Cosmere here and I fully don't regret it.

2. The Inexplicable Logic of my Life - Benjamín Alire Sáenz. I have read this twice, and both times I cried. Real genuine tears as I was reading. I cannot explain in any sort of coherent words what this books means to me.

3. Angels Before Man - rafael nicolás. Do yourself a favour an read this book, please, a queer retelling of Lucifer's fall from heaven and it will be one of the greatest things you've ever read. I love it so much. This book paints a picture that it's so clear and immersive and you feel like you're experiencing everything just as Lucifer is. (rafa si estás viendo esto holi c:)

4. Un beso de Dick - Fernando Molano Vargas. If you speak Spanish please read this book. It had me laughing out loud, crying, and it's such a good reflection on the thoughts of a gay teenager just as they come. I love it.

5. Loveless - Alice Oseman. My favourite Alice Oseman book, a big thing to say because I like all of them. Georgia is a little too relatable and I love her. Also Pip Quintana mi mujer.

6. Like Real People Do - E.L Massey. The MOST fun book ever, ate it up in a day, reads like fanfiction and this is the biggest compliment ever.

7. Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo. You know when you say "God I wish I could experience this for the first time" that is this book, it's so easy to faill in love with it, with the characters, with the world. It's fun and intense and read it. Just read it.

8. Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston. I don't have to state the obvious but I love this book. I read it back in 2019, after many years of not reading, it was one of the first books with queer characters I read and one of the first books I read in English that had a character who was Latino and spoke Spanish, really meant the world to me.

9. Anne sin Filtros- Iria G. Parente y Selene M. Pascual. Once again, if you read in Spanish read!! this!!! book!!! as a matter of fact read everything Iria and Selene write. This is a book inspired by Anne of Green Gables where she is a fic writer, with LGBTQ+ rep, the cutest cover ever and just a very fun time. I have not stopped thinking about this book.

I think everyone has been tagged in this by this point so if you see it and want to do it you're welcome to!

#tag game #books