#i forget my own fucking tags jesus christ

[asteralien]

i am SHAKING i am DISTRAUGHT i can't believe they made me think richard was a cop. GOD. the worst ten minutes of my life. i had to take a few laps around the house. jesus christ

#reminder that i'm not breaking a commandment i'm praying. jesus christ are you seeing this shit. amen #making this a richard centric thing and establishing that he's really a vigilante gremlin is great but god my heart will never recover #anyway. yes let's do another 'bring richard back to face some past guilt and then forget that he exists again' circus #if they go against yet MORE canon from 'the homecoming' i'm going to lose my shit btw he said he'd apologize to nicholas #it's like they forget 'the homecoming' exists honestly #maybe i'm protective because it's my favorite aio episode of all time and always has been so i remember ....... a little too much about it #but still! it's your own canon! at least i have the decency to tag my fanfic as canon divergence #anyway i guess i care about these comics now??? fuck me #mythtakes #aio #richard maxwell #i have more shit to say about whit's and eugene's dialogue to richard but i've probably said enough for now #i need to go like. have a drink to calm down lmao

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about old man Price trying lingerie for the first time 18+

Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader

Content tags: mirror sex, humping, toxic masculinity

Series/ One Shot: Old man Price trying…for the first time i,ii

Throughout the course of his life Price has been called various things. Some of them were intended as compliments while others were meant as insults.

However never once in his life has he been called pretty, that was until he met you and it seemed that was the only word you were willing to use for him.

Men weren’t pretty but to you Price was pretty even though he was twice as old as the men you usually dated, with crow feet around his eyes and smile lines that appeared on his face every time he laughed or smiled.

Men couldn’t be pretty but to you Price was pretty even with his lack of experience, tears spilling down his cheeks and drool dripping down his chin as he did his best to take your cock down his throat.

Men were only ever handsome and strong but to you Price was pretty, beautiful even when stark naked and splayed out on your bed, baring his body and heart to you.

So with that in mind he thought you’d find him pretty like this: dressed in a lingerie that appears as red as his face, with a plunging neckline that highlights his pecs, material so sheer it shows his perky nipples and so thin his chest hair pokes through it.

As his gaze trails lower down his body he sees the way his cock leaves a remarkable imprint on the lingerie, frail fabric prickling at his sack and sitting tight around his length.

For a second he wonders if he should turn around, put his clothes back on, and forget that this ever happened.

But he’s already gone through the humiliation of getting the underwear, had even looked the cashier straight in the eyes and lied when he had said the piece was a gift for his girlfriend. It would be a waste not to go through with the plan.

However what he hadn’t expected was for you to walk in so soon, unaware he was standing in the room, and only dressed in skimpy underwear.

“John have you seen my-“ you don’t even finish your sentence, completely freezing in place and mouth falling agape as you take in the sight of the older man.

“Jesus Christ “ you say, sounding like the breath has been punched out of your lungs, not anything like you’re wondering why a man would ever wear something like that and everything like why a man like him hasn’t worn something like this before.

“When -when did you get this ?” You croak out, while carefully approaching the older man.

“I got it the other day, what do you think?”for a second he feels fear creeping up his neck, bile rising up in his throat as his legs ready themselves to run away in shame but then you say the one word you always seem to use for him and relief floods his body.

“Pretty”

“Yeah?” Is all he says, feeling butterflies swarm his stomach as his cock twitches in excitement.

You only hum in response as you hook a shaky finger around one of the shoulder straps, as if to take a better look at the piece before you harshly tug at it, and crash your lips together.

A surprised gasp escapes his lips, body momentarily tensing before he relaxes and returns the kiss.

One of your hands buries itself in his locks while the other hand slides lower down his body to cup his cheek, squeezing the tense muscles there.

“Please please “ he mumbles against your lips, not even knowing what he’s asking for as he tries to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“Oh fuck, look at yourself,” he hears you grunt out, before you swiftly turn him around, pressing your palm down on his lower back and forcing him to bend over and look himself right in the mirror.

When he sees his own reflection in the mirror , he almost doesn’t recognize himself. His hair is mussed, face flushed and mouth agape. For a second he dares think he looks-

“So so so pretty” he hears you say, sounding absolutely entranced as you grind your cock up against the cleft of his ass, pushing the coarse fabric further up the sensitive flesh and creating a delightful friction between his legs.

“Don’t- don’t tease please” he whines out as he arches up, ass pressing harsher down onto your clothed cock.

There’s a ripping sound being heard throughout the room, a brief stinging feeling grazing his skin before the lingerie’s being thrown carelessly onto the carpeted floor.

“ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll buy ah I’ll buy you more- so many more just- ah- just need you right now” you say through labored breaths while sloppily grinding up against his ass.

And as he sees your shaky hands unbuckling your belt through the reflection of the mirror, and hears the curses escaping you lips when you can’t get your jeans off fast enough and feels your hard cock pressing up against the cleft of his ass, he feels pretty, so pretty.

#call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vi

✧.* it seems you slowly but finally get your old self back, making lando insecure as your new found confidence catches the eyes of more than one driver.

✧.* boosting girlies confidence before we ruin it again, just a little filler. this is just a feel good part for girlie and some struggling for lando. This is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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y/nusername live, laugh, love or something like that. ☀️

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julliettax I have to remind myself daily that I am in fact a straight married woman and that y/n is in fact a straight woman in a relationship and I'll never have a chance 🥵

simonsbat lando norris you lucky son of a bitch

patrishaaa y'all looking for a third?

norrizz 4th picture?!?! 😭

norry4 I know right?! Need someone to grab me like that (preferably lando but we've lost him) 😭

lan4lan well...they still together I see 🤮

milliewilde I hope lando can fight because my girl's been looking a little too good lately 😭

cecilemoulin you looking like a whole snack

hamilt44n GIRL DINNER GIRL DINNER

y/ncecile1 have you looked at yourself lately? 😍

charleeess16 crying at Pierre and Carlos creeping in her likes 😂

Hannahh we all know Pierre and Carlos are not liking this post because of lando..right? 💀

landonorris 😍😍

landoscar biggest simp on the grid

bott_ass if my girl looked like that..I would be the biggest simp too!

carlossainz55 🔥 🔥

carlandooo mans saw his ex getting her post red-bull glow up and remembered the good old days 😭

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mclaren front row locked in 🔒 P1 and P2 for the best team on the grid! 🧡

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mclarennorris oh we're so back!

charlos16 never ever did I think I'd see the day max verstappen gets out qualified let alone by his own teammate 😂

y/nluvv y/n had a shit ton of poles last season but red bull always fucked up her races..

landonorr now bring it back home pls

norrizz if y/n really loves lando, she'd let him have his first win tomorrow 😭

michael90 best team on the grid for sure!

hamilt44n getting y/n back on the team was definitely the right move! Lando doesn't have to carry the team on his back all by himself anymore.

maxfewtrell absolutely mental, those are my friends

fewtrelllando I saw your live stream, dude was about to cry happy tears 😂 sorry about your girlfriend not making it into q2 though 😔

maxmaxmax GIRLFRIEND?!

fewtrelllando yeah Cecile..still a rumor but they're together in my head lmfao..we out here being delulu on the main

thomasgoms absolute legends 🔥

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y/nusername saturday nights 🌜

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y/nbabeee celebrating that pole in style

norrizz just one chance that's all I'm asking 😭

mcnorrislando asking for attention much? 🤮

norry4 damn, girl can't even post normal pictures without getting shit on..I've got some advice, unfollow her..

jaden00 check your dms?

charles16 these desperate men in these comments are sending me 😂

landonorris damn girl, you come here often?

y/nusername leave me alone you freak, I've got a boyfriend.

lnfoour4 stfu lmfao y'all so dumb 😂

pierregasly 😍

bott_ass jesus christ no shame at all..

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Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife

Feel the magic taglist: @celesteblack08 @mrsmaybank13 @cha-hot @judesgfirl @roseseraj @kissesandmartinis @jpg3 @amulhermaisfelizdomundo @marialovesf1 @silkenthusiasts @luvrrish @laneyspaulding19 @emily-b @formula1bby @buckybarnessweetheart @strawberrychita @iifloweringnightsii @buendiabebeta @jjsprobablywrong @babyvinnie @mishaandthebrits

Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris au #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris smau #lando norris imagine #lando x reader

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday <3

Tagged by: @disasterbuckdiaz @jeeyuns @malewifediaz @wikiangela @wildlife4life @rainbow-nerdss @steadfastsaturnsrings <3

Ok ok so I feel like everyone (including myself) forgets that Buck running fic and healing fic are 2 separate fics so I'm gonna do a description of both and also give you a snippet from each too under the cut :)

Buck running fic: Set post-season 4. Eddie has recovered from the shooting but Buck's still struggling with his own trauma of literally everything he has faced and he gets nightmares so instead he starts just running at night and trying not to burden anyone with his struggles. Eventual Buddie.

Healing fic: Set season 5 when everyone was leaving and Buck is really struggling and reverts to Buck 1.0 habits but also much worse coping strategies. Buck is really depressed and struggling and eventually asks Bobby for help. This one is much sadder and has some warnings. Also eventual Buddie and healing as a firefam.

Snippets under the cut :)

Buck running fic snippet: More therapy for Buck. Follows from this snippet

“I’m just trying to understand.”

“What do you want me to say? That Eddie found me on the floor crying over nothing and then I had a panic attack because I thought he was dying again and then he patched me up and held my until I calmed down and he told me to see you because I haven’t slept in months because every time I close my eyes he’s dying or I’m being crushed, or I’m searching for his son who I fucking lost?” It all comes out and Buck’s crying again, and he’s getting really sick of this whole damn crying buisness.

Doctor Copeland keeps a straight face through it all. “Eddie’s dying?”

“You know what happened, everyone knows what happened, it was all over the news.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and— I was right there.”

“And what? You wish it were you instead?”

“No— yes, maybe, I don’t know.” Buck takes a deep breath. “Eddie said I’m not expendable, and I’m trying— I swear I’m trying to believe it.”

“He gave me his son.”

“Hm?”

“In his will, he said that if he— if he dies, that I would get Chris, that he wants me to have him, even though, even though I lost him.”

Healing fic snippet:

He’s making out with another girl in his apartment and it feels good and he’s drunk and maybe he’s high? 

And the next thing he knows Eddie is unlocking his door and walking in with some sort of rage written on his face and he doesn’t see him come in, he’s too busy pushing this girl against a wall and taking off his shirt and Eddie coughs and the girl looks up, eyes wide, and she grabs her things and just scurries out looking scared and Bucks yelling “Hey, wait—” and he’s looking at Eddie like what the fuck man? But Eddie still has that look like he could tear his limbs off without blinking.

“What?” Buck says, pissed.

“You blew Christopher off for this? To fuck some woman you just met?”

And Buck freezes. 

“What day is it?” He asks.

“It’s Friday, you promised Chris you’d come over and watch a movie, it’s been ages and you promised. I had to hold him whilst he looked at me with these sad little eyes and asked if he’d done something to make you mad because he thought you were avoiding him.”

“Fuck,” Buck whispered.

“And I called you several times and you didn’t pick up and I actually— fuck, I was actually worried that something had happened to you and I get here and you’re just fucking some stranger and what, are you drunk or something? Jesus Christ, Buck.”

“I’m sorry, I— I didn’t realise that was today I just, I’ve been busy and I forgot.” He didn’t forget about Christopher, it’s just, every day has been blurring together and he’s losing track of time and he could have sworn it was Wednesday today, and what has he done?

“God Buck, I can’t believe you’d do this. To me. To Christopher. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened but my head hurts and it’s all too much and I’m struggling don’t you see? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

“I’ll make it up to him, I’ll—”

“No. Buck, you’re just, you’re just so, so—”

“Exhausting,” Buck filled in, his eyes watering. 

“Buck–”

“I get it, I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention to the date. I think you should leave now.” It’s just every time I look at you all I see is you bleeding out in front of me and I can’t do anything to save you. And it’s all too much. I just want to forget.

“What?” 

“I'm sorry, I am, but I need you to leave.” Please leave, I can’t let you see me break.

“What, so you can bring that girl back and finish what you started? Whatever man, fine,” Eddie huffed, slamming the door on the way out.

If Eddie had been thinking of anyone other than Christopher maybe he would have heard the glass shattering when Buck threw it at the floor. Maybe he would have heard Buck’s cries as he slumped himself on the floor, cutting himself on the shards. Maybe he would have seen how broken Buck was if he wasn’t so angry.

:)

Tagging people for WIP Wednesday:

@fortheloveofbuddie @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckleyy @cal-daisies-and-briars @crowleywasagryffindor @evanbeginss @jamespearce9-1-1 @bucksbirthmark @callmenewbie @underwater-ninja-13

@buckdefencesquad @incorrect9-1-1 and anyone else who wants to share wip Wednesday. (Also let me know if I missed you/you wanna be added or removed)

#buck running fic #healing fic #911 abc #911 buddie #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #911 fic #911 fanfic #wip wednesday #911 wip

[stinger-shot]

Yey! Silly vent because I feel like shit!

Read under the cut if you want the juicy ass details

So basically, I gotta let this shit out.. its fucking me up a bit rn.

I met this dude around the start of 2021 on tiktok AND HE WAS SO TALENTED AND FUNNY but he always said he wasn't. Anyway time skip a lil..

We started getting into a few arguments near the middle of 2022. And they where just small disagreements then they gradually got worse and worse every time it happend. And it especially got bad when I made another friend on tiktok who loved doing art related things and drew my old persona back then.

And HE WAS NOT HAVING IT and he said quite alot of bad things to me. Did I stay friends with him? Yes I did. Did I also block the nice guy just trying to be my friend? Yes. I blocked them out of fear of loosing my best friend.

And near the end of 2022 we started dating because things had gotten a better.

Oh how I was so wrong. Everything just went downhill when he left high-school. He always needed attention. He got mad at me because I couldn't set an alarm BECAUSE he was up at 10am and I was up near 1pm. So I forced myself to do so mutch bullshit for him. Like draw him art as an apology and it drained me do badly I could hardly do my own personal art.

I didn't even have personal art at this point. Every time I fixated on something it was what he was fixating on because he'd get mad at me and argue with me if I wasn't.

But everything was calm when it was around April in 2023 and we where finally getting along like an actul couple because of a game called final fantasy. We where obsessed with it for months! And then around June or July I re discovered transformers.

I have never felt as happy in a fandom since 2019! Like holy shit the fandom is so sweet.

But I kept it a secret from him he still doesn't know. Then at some point I made this tumblr to get my stupid little urges out and now look at where I'm at. I haven't been this happy in a LONG while.

And just st the start of 2024 my ex got into an argument with one of his friends and I offered to talk to them. so he agreed and I spoke to them.

Im so fucking glad I did.

Because without their help I'd still be fucking miserable. They gave me the confidence to dump that bitches ass and I honestly feel like a weight has been taken off. Because it honestly felt like a chore every day of my life just talking to him.

And my other friend on discord had helped me out to. Including you silly fuckers on discord/tumblr. If your even reading this... if you are why are you still reading this?

But anyway. I just needed this off my chest. Because it does hurt a little spite how good i feel but I just have an off feeling. I haven't put down everything that happend while I was with my ex and some things might be in the wrong order or time but at least I'm forgetting it?

Just. I love the transformers fandom so mutch mutch really helped me pull through...

Fuck I'm ranting. Uh. Bye!

Also a big thank you to Avery and rex for helping me feel better (rex I've only known you for a little bit but jesus christ I fucking laugh my ass off because of you) jesus I'm sappy as fuck. (and avery your so fucking cool. You helped me alot.) And belyyvolks (I've had alot of fun messing around about ironhide XD) I'm not tagging because I don't want alot of attention on this post.

#Vent #Fuck me I ranted alot #transformers #Transformers is the best fandom ever #maccadam

[bunglegaydogs]

i hate twitter

i fucking hate it i want to burn it i despise twitter with a fucking passion

this post, look in the tags

it actually rages me and this is why i hate twitter and this is why im going to go into a rant about how these characters actually do have fucking depth and personality to them and that people need to stop pushing their outrageous agendas on people and being toxic xoxo

So, one main point I want to make is obviously Dazai and Chuuya, that's my main point here. They are separate entities as much as they are one. They have their own personalities, their own pasts, their own feelings, thoughts; they're fucking human. But something that a lot of people seem to want to do is make Chuuya's personality Dazai. That Chuuya is salty with him for leaving the mafia, and that Chuuya's "trauma" is Dazai (that man has fucking far worse trauma, Dazai leaving the mafia is not traumatic to him, especially when it had nothing to fucking do with the poor guy), and that his whole being is simply just Dazai. Dazai, the man who admitted that he spent every waking second thinking about Chuuya. The guy who got himself caught by the mafia partly because he wanted to see Chuuya. Are we all forgetting the dead apple scene? It's far more accurate to say that Dazai's personality is Chuuya, jesus fucking christ. That guy forgot to breathe when he watched Chuuya fighting like??? He's so homo, anyways.

Their characters are integral to each other, and they're made for one another (I'm saying this as a character creating thing, not romantically lmao (although-) ) and they compliment each other perfectly, they're perfect rivals. And, they can stand on their own as their own people, their own characters. Yes, whilst we meet Chuuya through Dazai in the series, and we see him as Dazai's ex-partner, the more information we get and the more content we receive about/from Chuuya steadily make him his own individual character, and Stormbringer cemented that.

I'm going to talk about the "Chuuya has trauma from Dazai leaving" thing because I saw it on Wattpad and it pissed me off.

Chuuya's trauma doesn't stem from Dazai, of fucking course it doesn't. It stems from Arahabaki, it stems from not knowing who he is, it stems from N (piece of shit), it stems from all his friends dying, it stems from being betray by his friends; this fucking guy has been put through the fucking mill, and yet the only thing that people like to focus on is how Dazai leaving affected him.

Dazai's defection from the mafia wasn't because of Chuuya, it was because of Oda. This is blatantly fucking obvious, yet again, some people like to think otherwise. Some people like to believe the most abhorrent shit. I swear there was someone one time that said he left because he "couldn't handle his feelings ofr Chuuya" like fuck off oh my god oh my god.

These two each have their own issues and their own traumas separate from each other. Can we please let Chuuya be his own character and let him have a personality without shitting on it?

These motherfuckers will scratch at anything, absolutely anything, to make anything about Chuuya to do with Dazai. Not every bad thing that happens to a character has to be topped by your deluded fantasies. "Oh, Chuuya was tortured? But Dazai-" LIKE NO FUCK OFF. We literally have NOTHING on the man, and you want to make some bullshit up just so that he can, what, be more mentally ill than others? Bruh? I don't know what these people are scheming or planning, but comparing trauma and saying that a character's is worse is so fucking awful and makes others feel like shit. I've always struggled with mine, because I constantly tell myself that worse things have happened to worse people, so I am a hypocrite here. But I understand how trauma works and affects people, and that it affects people differently. Your worst experience could be different to somebody elses, but you'll both be heavily affected by it. Chuuya doesn't show signs of the amount of immense trauma he has (mans internalises it and won't let himself show it because that's how he is pls PLS somebody give this man a fucking hug) whereas Dazai is clearly not right in the head; this doesn't mean you're allowed to say "Oh, Dazai has worse trauma clearly" because we have nothing about his past. We hardly have anything from his time at the mafia except his first mission, and his last. What happened in between for those 3-4 years? We don't know. We know bits now thanks to Stormbringer and Dead Apple about the Dragon's Head Conflict, but we still don't have much to go off. We haven't even had so much as a hint towards the first 14 years of his life, and we don't know anything about those two years he went undercover, except that he was unemployed and frequented Bar Lupin (I always thought about how the bartender felt after finding out about Oda but hey :') ), but other than that, we have virtually nothing on the man. We never know how he's feeling, what he's thinking, etc. He is a complex character, and he's made that way as a character because, and I cannot stress this enough, that is his character. Sorry, I derailed a bit there. Anyways, what I mean to say is that you can't use Dazai being bat-shit crazy as evidence for your delusions. That's his character, and yes, he may be influenced by his trauma, but we can only speculate. Clearly something has gone awry in his life for him to think the way he does and to crave death so badly, and to just be the way he is now. But, as I said before, trauma affects everyone differently. Just because Chuuya doesn't want to fucking kill himself does not mean that his trauma should be brushed aside and glossed over. Chuuya puts up a front because he doesn't want to be weak; all his life people have relied on his ability and his strength and wit to get them through, and even though the Mafia go a different way about it than the sheep, his ability and strength is still utilised; it's like Sigma, and Yosano. Nobody wants to be used, yet they still end up in a cycle of it until someone can come along to get them out of it. Supposedly Chuuya has been taken out of that cycle from the Sheep, but not necessarily so. Yes, the Mafia treats him better. But it doesn't really. Ah fuck I'm making zero sense yikes. Sorry, my bad. Ignore that lol.

ANYWAY sorry to cut this short, but my point still stands that Chuuya's character and personality does not solely revolve around Dazai, the man who has his ex-partner on his mind 24/7 and makes him come save him like a disney princess. Anyways lol.

These characters are their own people, and trauma isn't a competition. You don't have to come up with the most abhorrent shit to make Dazai's situation "worse" and then force that onto everyone else and start berating and belittling them when they don't believe you. ANYWAYS I am so sorry about this, the last few nights have been hectic for me.

Anyways I'll definitely be coming back to this, rn I'm honestly just too fucked to finish <3

have a lovely day/night <3

#i hate mischaracterisations #and i hate people twisting the characters around negatively #leave them bitches alone #trauma isnt a fucking competition #i cannot stress this enough #SIGHHHHHHH #need to stop before i get properly enraged lol #bungou stray dogs #bsd #anime #manga #novels #light novels #book #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #rant #skk #soukoku

[munsonstyles]

hellfire club || eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, descriptions of violence, season 4 spoilers

content: basically this is following season 4, i’m just adding my own little bits and pieces to it :) i hope you enjoy & let me know if you want more!!

part two here

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    “You’re joking.”

You cannot even believe the words you’re hearing escape your best friends (although you’re questioning this now) mouth.

“Y/N.. look, i know okay? i know eddie munson spells trouble -“

“He doesn't just spell trouble, Chris. his goddamn middle name is trouble.”

“I just don’t know what to do anymore!” Chrissy exclaims, startling you slightly. “I’m sorry, I just - I am just so tired of these nightmares and these hallucinations Y/N! I feel like I haven't slept in god knows how long, I'm tired. Plus, he’s the only person in Hawkins I know who has a good supply of,” she glances around before lowering her voice, “drugs. I don't want to go alone. Please. I need you.”

The desperation in your friend's voice was so clear, it was hard to say no to her. And if you were being totally honest with yourself, you have been feeling very helpless in your friendship recently. Not being able to help Chrissy through these very realistic hallucinations and nightmares she has been having has been so straining on your friendship. So, it was a pretty simple decision for you to tag along.

Which was how you found yourself sitting on a picnic bench, in the woods next to the high school, waiting for the notorious Eddie Munson to join you and sell you drugs.

“I'm kind of nervous, if I’m being honest” Chrissy mumbled quietly, picking at the wood on the table with her perfectly painted fingernails.

“I mean, god, I hope you would be nervous buying drugs for the first time, Chris. Jesus Christ. Who would of thought that the captain, and co-captain might i add, of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad would be out in the middle of the fucking woods waiting for drugs?!“ you joked, hoping to spark even the slightest smile on your friend's face.

When you were met with silence, you nudged her gently with your shoulder, “Chris, look I’m sorry - I’m here to support you no matter what,” you turned your head to the side to get a better look at her, “I just -“ you paused, noticing her eyes first.

“What the fu-“ you stood up abruptly, moving to get a closer look, “Fuck, not again.”

You’ll never forget the terror that pulsed inside of you the first time this happened.

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    You were both leaning against the lockers in the hallway at school. Chrissy had been a bit quiet that day, but no matter how many times you had asked, she insisted she was okay. You didn’t believe her, but knowing how stubborn she was, you knew you wouldn’t get the truth from her anytime soon, that was until she sprinted straight towards the bathroom in the middle of your sentence.

“Chris?” you questioned as soon as you entered the bathroom. Instead of a response, you were met with the sounds of her getting sick in the toilet.

“Oh babes, why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to go get Jason?”

“No!” she quickly exclaimed, coughing up more sickness. “No, please Y/N… he doesn’t know.”

“Shit, Chris. Okay, um, what do you need me to do?”

When you realized she wasn’t responding, you looked up questioningly at the door to the stall. “Chrissy? babe, are you good in there?” Alarms went off in your head when the lights started flickering on and off in the bathroom. You had never been a fan of creepy things, and this was definitely creepy.

Even more nerves started building up in your stomach when you realized Chrissy had still yet to respond to you. “Chrissy? Hello?”

When you were still met with silence, you pulled a bobby pin from your hair using it to unlock the stall door. Once it had finally opened, your eyes immediatley looked down to see Chrissy sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes rolled up in the back of her head, her entire body trembling violently.

“Chrissy?! What the fuck? What the fuck?” You shook her shoulders, panic racing through your entire body, “Chrissy, what the fuck is going on? Hello?”

Tears were building up in your eyes, and you were at a loss of what to do. You shook her shoulders even harder, repeating her name over and over again while trying to figure out if there was anything you could do to pull her from whatever was going on.

A gasp escaped through her mouth, eyes popping back into place. You stopped the shaking, collapsing your forehead onto her shoulder, a few sobs of relief escaping your mouth.

“Y/N?” Chrissy mumbled, pulling your body off of hers, “What happened?”

You couldn’t help the laugh of surprise that you let out. “What happened?! What happened? What the fuck do you mean, what happened, Chrissy?” you shot your arms up in disbelief, “What happened was you just looked like you were about to enter the afterlife and I didn’t know what to do!”

Chrissy looked at you like you were the most insane person she had ever come in contact with. “What?”

You took a deep breath, staring into her eyes before realizing that she truly had no idea what you were talking about. “Oh… okay.” you said quietly.

You took a deep breath and began explaining every single detail of what had just happened. You didn’t want to skip over anything, even mentioning the coincidental flickering of lights.. “I was literally thinking how crazy bad timing it was to have faulty electrical problems while you were having some strange body-freak out moment.”

Chrissy was quiet for a moment, processing all that you had just told her. After a minute, she finally looked back up at you, tears gathering in her eyes, “Y/N… listen. I’ve been having these very vivid nightmares about my mom -“

“Fuck your mom.” you interrupted her gently, not being able to help your usual sentence you would say when Chrissy brought up that horrid woman.

She smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, fuck my mom. but Y/N, I’ve also been having these…” she paused and began messing with her hands, a nervous tick she developed years ago. “Hallucinations? I don't know, they just feel so real and I don't know what to do.”

You stared at Chrissy, waiting for her to continue. “I just - I was having one.” she mumbled.

“Having a hallucination?” you questioned, “When?”

“Just now.”

“No, we’re talking now.”

She shook her head, sitting up to really look you in the eyes, “No Y/N. When my body was doing all of that weird shit, I was having a hallucination at the same time.”

“oh.”

“oh.”

-

“Chrissy, please. not again! Fuck, not again!” you exclaimed, moving her body out from under the picnic table so you could grab her shoulders to shake them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears gathering in your eyes and panic swimming through your veins. “Please Chrissy…” you whispered.

You don’t think you’ll ever love a sound more than the gasp that is let out through her mouth when she finally comes to.

You pull away from her, taking a few steps back as your shoulders sag in relief, “Oh thank fucking go-“

Your words were cut off when your back ran into something firm. You jumped in surprise when that something’s hands grabbed ahold of your hips, stopping you from falling forward.

“God.” you finished your sentence, turning around to be met with none other than Eddie Munson.

“I mean I usually go by Eddie, but god will do.” he smirked above your head, his face quickly dropping into (almost?) a concerned look at the sight of tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, hey, hey. sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” he paused, searching your features. “You okay?”

You didn’t turn your face from the ground, quietly mumbling your reply as you made your way back to the picnic table. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You sat back down next to Chrissy, who still seemed very shaken up by the incident. “C’mon Chris, let’s just get this over with.”

Eddie circled the table, his black metal lunch box slamming against the surface of the wood as he set it down. Taking his staple denim jacket off, he glanced between the two of you when he noticed the silence.

“There’s uh… nothing to worry about. okay? No one ever comes out here.” he paused, finally sitting down on the bench across from you, “We’re safe.”

Opening up the container, he looked up at you both again when neither of you had still said anything, “I promise.” he said sincerely.

It was quiet for a moment longer when finally Chrissy nervously spoke up, “So how does this work exactly?”

You glanced over at your friend, eyes catching on her fidgeting hands. You placed a hand on hers in an attempt to ground her.

“Oh just like any other old sale,” Eddie responded, “Except uh, cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.” his eyes caught yours, a playful tilt to his lips.

“I'll do you a half ounce for uh, 20. What do you say?” he dangled the baggy of drugs in front of you both. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.”

Chrissy gasped suddenly, becoming alarmed at the sound of an animal running through the forest behind you. You couldn’t help but jump at the sudden movement of your friend.

“Chrissy, babe it’s just a -“

You were cut off by the sound of metal shutting, “Hey uh, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I'll walk away. okay?” eddie said, an irritated edge to his voice.

“No, you asshole. You stay right where you are. You have no idea what she’s going through right now.” Your voice rising a bit higher with each word.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Chrissy quietly spoke, her hand now finding yours to comfort you. “It’s not that…” she said louder, turning towards Eddie again, “I don’t want you to go.”

Her hand trembled slightly in yours, “It’s just… Do you ever feel like, you’re losing your mind?”

You couldn’t help the tears that made their way back into your eyes again at her question. Facing your eyes towards your lap, you tried to hold them back. When you lifted your head at the sound of Eddie's voice, you found him looking at you both curiously.

“Um…” he trailed off, “You know, just… on a daily basis.” he chuckled slightly, “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now. Doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Y/L/N, the queens of Hawkins High.”

You rolled your eyes at him, frustrated with how he wasn’t taking Chrissy seriously. You began to stand from the bench, pulling Chrissy up by her arm, “C’mon, Chris. we don’t have to deal with this.”

“You know, Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve, um, hung out.” he said, looking up at you.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, your movements halting, “No?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I’m sorry but -“ you began trying to pull Chrissy up again, but she pulls her arm away, shaking her head.

“That's okay,” Eddie mumbled, his shoulders shrugging. You and Chrissy were both startled at the sound of him grunting and falling backwards off of the seat.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed at the same time as Chrissy gasped. You leaned forward against the table just as Eddie was rolling backwards and standing back up.

“I wouldn’t remember me either, Y/N..” he exclaimed, marching away and messing with his hair. “Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?”

You glanced back at the sound of Chrissy's laugh, noticing the tension in her shoulders disappearing. Your eyes moved back towards Eddie, “You don’t remember me?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I'm sorry..?” you question, attempting to hide the smile threatening to break free on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at his antics for causing Chrissy to laugh for the first time in days.

“Middle school. Talent show. You were doing this cheer thing,” he moves his arms around in what you assume is his idea of a cheer routine, “You know, the - the thing you do.”

You laughed suddenly, shaking your head and looking down at the table.

“It was pretty cool, actually. And I was with my band..?”

You whipped your head back up to him, “Corroded Coffin!” you exclaimed, eyes wide as you recall middle school Eddie up on the stage in your auditorium.

He clapped in victory, “Corrod- you do remember!”

“Oh my god! Yes, of course. with a name like that, how could I forget?”

“I dunno. You’re a freak.”

“No you just,” you trailed off, laughing quietly.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I remember you talking about them and how you were obsessed-“

“No, you just looked so different.” you exclaimed quickly, cutting her off.

“Yeah. Well uh, my hair was buzzed and I didn’t have these sweet old tatties yet.” he pulled down the neck of his shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest.

Your eyes followed his movements, blushing slightly, “You played guitar, right?” making eye contact with him again.

“Uh-huh. Still do. Still do.” he backed away, hands on his hips, facing the forest. “You should come see us,” he turned, eyes finding yours.

Chrissy giggled quietly behind you, making both you and Eddie turn towards her still sitting frame. “I mean, you both should come see us.” he corrected, the tips of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We … we actually get a crowd,” shoulders shrugging, head nodding, his lips turning up slightly at his next sentence, “of about… five… drunks.”

The sound of laughter coming from both you and Chrissy turned his smile even wider. “It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So…”

You sat back down next to Chrissy, a small smile still settled on your face. “You know you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” Chrissy mumbled.

You looked at your friend and then back at Eddie who was now walking back towards the table.

“Mean and scary?” he questioned, plopping down on the bench again.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah well,” he rested his face in his hands. “I actually kind of thought you’d be mean and scary too.” his eyes glanced towards you, “both of you actually.”

You scoffed, small laughs coming from both you and your friend. “Us?” you questioned.

“Terrifying.” he nodded with a fond tone. “Uh, so..” he reached down, grabbing the black metal box once again. “In other good news, flattery works with me, so…” he smirked, causing laughter to escape your mouth. “Twenty five percent discount for the half.” He placed the baggie on the table in front of chrissy. “fifteen bucks. you’re robbing me blind here.” he joked, hands going up in surrender.

You glanced over at Chrissy, awaiting her response. Her head was tilted back down and the nervous energy was surrounding her once more. She took a deep breath, “Do you have anything, maybe, stronger?” She lifted her head and looked at Eddie.

He glanced over towards you in slight concern noticing that your face looked just as confused and worried as his.

-

“Why didn’t you want to admit in front of Eddie that you were slightly obsessed with his band back in middle school?” Chrissy nudges your shoulder.

You blushed slightly, eyes rolling, “because Chrissy, I honestly forgot about it. And Eddie “The Freak” Munson does not need to know that fact about me.”

You both crossed the parking lot of the school heading towards the secluded area where Eddie had parked his van. Rounding the corner you found him already there, leaning against the vehicle.

“M’ladies” he bowed dramatically. You rolled your eyes at him, “Eddie.”

Smirking, he looked you up and down, “Always so lovely to see you, Y/N..”

“I'll sit in the back, Y/N! You can have shotgun.`` Chrissy declared as she moved to sit.

You glared at her (not so) subtle attempt of giving you and Eddie more time together. even though in reality, she was wasting her time. There was no way in hell you and Eddie Munson would ever become more than slight acquaintances. You wanted to help Chrissy through whatever she was going through and get over it.

“And the chariot moves.” Eddie says, pushing the key into the ignition when all three of you were sitting and buckled. he turns his head to you and then back to chrissy, “Onwards, m’ladies”

-

When the van (can you even call it that? it’s a monstrosity on wheels at this point.) pulled up to the Munson residents, the nerves began building in your stomach again. You were finally coming to the realization that, oh shit, you were a part of a drug deal. Your mom would kill you if she ever caught a whiff of it.

You and Chrissy follow Eddie up the steps, walking into his home after he holds the door open for you.

“Sorry for the mess..” he grumbles, picking up bits and pieces of trash that have been scattered. “Maid took the week off” he joked, looking up at the two of you.

You can’t help but feel a bit awkward as you stand in the middle of his living room, “You uh, live here alone?” you question, glancing around at the decor.

“With my uncle, but uh. He works nights at the plant. Bringing in the big bucks.”

“How long does it take?” Chrissy interrupts. “Sorry?” Eddie turns his head back up from his rummaging around.

“The special k. How long to kick in?”

“Oh! Well uh, depends-“ he continues digging through drawers, “If you snort it or not. Uh, if you do, uh then uh. Yeah, it will uh, kick in pretty quick.”

He picks up a container, looking inside, “Oh shit.”

You roll your eyes annoyingly, “You sure you have it, Munson?”

“No, no, no. I got it. Uh… somewhere.” he turns around, walking to what you assume is his room.

Huffing in impatience, you sit down on the couch in the living room. you look up at Chrissy, “How are you feeling, Chris?”

She glances back down at you, “Uh.. okay. Just pretty -“ she gasps, turning towards the window.

“Chris?” you watch as she runs back, frantically looking around outside. “Y/N,, do you hear that?”

“Uh… hear what?” she shuts the curtains frantically, walking back to where she was standing before. “Uh, nothing. Nevermind. It was nothing.” she glances around the room nervously, “Hey, Eddie. Did you find it?” she yells out.

“Chris, we should just go. You’re making me nervous.” you stand up from the couch, grabbing your purse. “C’mon, we don’t need to- fuck. oh fuck no. Eddie!!” you yell loudly, dropping your purse back to the ground and standing in front of Chrissy's shaking body.

“Found it!” Eddie declares, walking out of his room. “Peaceful bliss just moments away.” his movements pause, looking at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Tears were already streaming down your face as you started to shake Chrissy’s body, hoping to wake her up from whatever was happening to her again.

“Uh, Y/N..? What’s going on?”

You whipped your head back at the sound of his voice, “Eddie, it’s happening again. She's having another hallucination. I don't know what to do. Please help.” you begged.

“A hallucination? What the -“ he stepped closer, finally taking note of her eyes. “Fuck? Y/N, what the fuck?”

You shook your head quickly, not knowing how to explain to him what was actually happening. “Chrissy?” he questioned, stepping even closer and watching her closely.

“Chrissy?” he sang, waving his hand in front of her face, “Hello?”

“That’s not fucking helping, Eddie!” you exclaimed, “Chrissy, please.” you shook her shoulders harder, desperate for this to end.

“Y/N, move.” he ordered, gently pushing your body away so he could stand in front of her. “Chrissy! Hey Chrissy, wake up.”

He shook his hand in front of her face again, “Hey! Hello?“ he began snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Chrissy. Hello? Hey Chrissy!“

Your breath caught in your throat when the lights started flickering on and off again, just like they had in the bathroom the first time this happened. “What the fuck?”

Your eyes caught Eddie's, a confused and scared look on them. He didn’t keep eye contact for very long because he looked back at Chrissy's still shaking form.

“Chrissy!” he yelled again, starting to resume shaking her shoulders like you had been earlier. You felt pure panic as you realized that this one was lasting a lot longer than any other episode she had experienced before.

“Chrissy, please” a desperate cry left your lips as tears were streaming down your face.

“Chrissy! Chrissy! Chrissy!” he repeated, gently slapping her face with both of his hands. “Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy! I don’t like this, Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up!”

Sobs were wracking through your body, “Chrissy, please!”

“Chrissy! What the -“ you glanced up at his abrupt stop.

“Eddie, what-“ and that’s when you caught sight of what was happening.

Chrissy's body was slowly lifting off of the ground. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sense of what you were witnessing. “Eddie?” you whimpered.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he stepped back, both of you watching chrissy’s body rise higher and higher off of the ground.

Screams ripped from both you and Eddie when Chrissy’s body snapped up to the ceiling.

“Jesus christ!” Eddie screamed, running quickly backwards to try and get away. He tripped over something, falling straight onto his back.

You felt like you couldn’t move, tears were streaming down your face but nothing could come out of your mouth as you witnessed Chrissy’s body pressed above you.

Her arm was first. The sounds of bones cracking was the first sign that something even more horrific was about to happen.

You screamed as you watched her arm bend upwards, snapping in half. You could hear Eddie's screams in the background, but you couldn’t look away from your best friend. Next her legs snapped, and then her jaw. It looked like someone had punched her so hard, it was completely diagonal.

Her body was shaking, mouth open and every bone cracked and disfigured. She stayed in that position for several seconds until her eyes popped completely out of her sockets. It looked like someone had just taken them right out of her head.

You screamed again, body shaking as you wrapped your arms around your knees. “Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy…” you kept mumbling to yourself, tears streaming down your face.

You buried your head in your knees, looking up when you heard the sound of her body dropping back onto the carpet.

“Y/N!” Eddie screamed, running up towards your sitting frame. “C’mon.”

“We can’t just leave her here!” you screamed, pulling back from his grasp.

“Get the fuck up!” he yelled, pulling you up all of the way.

“Let go of me!” you attempted to pull yourself away again, but your body wasn’t prepared for the sudden movements after the traumatizing scene you had just witnessed. You began to feel very dizzy, moving your hands around in attempt to grab something to steady yourself.

“Y/N…?” was the last thing you heard before you saw black.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson story #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[multifandomqueen01]

Eddie Munson Headcanons

Warning: Just some deep, sad(ish) thoughts and some straight up NSFW. (Excuse the rambling, this man is all I can think about) Please note that I don't claim these as my own headcanons.

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-He tries to seem unphased by what people think of him, as we see during the cafeteria scene, but when he's alone that's when the insecurities creep in.

-Canonically we don't know why his parents aren't present in his life, but I feel like their absence has taken a toll on his self worth. He often wonders why he wasn't good enough, and this is where his need for praise and flattery comes from.

-His poor grades aren't due to lack of intelligence, but most likely undiagnosed ADHD. He struggles to focus on tasks, sit still, and tends to be very forgetful. The system has failed him since day one, which leads me to my next point.

-His sense of rebellion is more than just being a metalhead in the 80s. He knows how corrupt the system can be and how it exists to benefit a certain type of person, which he is not. I'm sure this is why he isn't surprised when he learns about the upside down and everything that the government has hidden.

-Eddie doesn't have a specific type, when it comes to appearance or social status. Although if you're going to date him, you need to understand that DND and his band will take up large chunks of his time. That being said, he'll love if you tag along.

-You don't have to be into drugs or heavy metal, but if you are that's just a bonus, and you'll have alot of fun together.

-He definitely has a tattoo gun of his own and will give you free range to tattoo him. When he realizes that he's in love with you, he'll tattoo your initials on himself without hesitation.

NSFW

-He's a switch, with more submissive tendencies. This man is a total simp and will do anything to make you happy, in and out of the bedroom. That being said, when he's had a rough day he'll be ready to put his handcuffs to work. Tying you up and using you to take out his frustrations.

-I'm OBSESSED with the idea of pussy drunk Eddie, and have seen so many posts about it. There is something about this whiney man that awakens a whole other side of me.

"Oh, Baby. Please, don't stop! Jesus Christ."

-Making out with you will turn him into a desperate mess. Lots of dry humping, and he would definitely be the type to cum in his pants. He'd be a little embarrassed at first and you'd have to assure him that you find it hot.

-Sex with him would never be a dull moment. He's the kind to have you laughing and moaning his name in the same breath.

-He's extremely verbal. The king of dirty talk and will praise you like it's his job.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Just like that."

"Oh my god, you're so fucking beautiful."

-He'll love if the action is reciprocated, wanting to know that he's doing a good job. Calling him a "Good Boy" will have him wrapped around your finger.

-He loves the idea of claiming and marking you as his own. Leaving hickeys where people can see them, and cumming inside you (slight breeding kink), with permission of course.

-He's shamlessly loud during the act, hoping that others will hear.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ princessmisery666 Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

All right, stick jockeys, all good things must come to an end, so here is our final Be Kind Rewind! Life was really life'ing the last few months so took me a minute time to wrap up this series. Thank you, @princessmisery666 for your patience! Without further ado, here is their Rewind!

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :) And don't forget to check out previous Rewinds!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

A Glimpse of Them, Bradley Bradshaw feat. Nick & Carole Bradshaw, Pete & Penny, @bradshawsbaby Simply beautiful. Makes me tear up and get all emotional and sad in the best way. 

Liminal Space, Jake Seresin, @wildbornsiren I need a damn minute after every read!! There are few fics out there that actually make me squirm in my seat, but let me tell you, this is firmly in the top 5. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He chuckles and the sound slides down your back, raising goosebumps on your skin. I could fucking hear it, and I got goosebumps. That’s some powerful shit!! The ease of their conversation, the innuendos, and the cocky but sweet Hangman! OH MY GOD! Seriously, every time I whine, “where’s mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?” I love this, and I come back to it whenever I need some inspiration. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Parking Spaces and Matcha Lattes, Jake Seresin, @withahappyrefrain Every switch back to Jake’s inner thoughts makes me swoon and/or laugh and I love every second of it. I think of this fic every time I go to a coffee shop (which is often) and I’m always on the look out for my very own Jake but this will have to do in the mean time.

Warning: Do Not Engage, Jake Seresin, @clints-lucky-arrow So my first reblog I said: Okay this literally got my pulse racing, seriously, I had to take a break from reading to calm myself down. And its exactly the same every time I read this one. The reader knows he’s trouble, we all know he’s trouble, but I don’t know anyone who could resist him!! The reader is feisty and fun and I love Duchess as a call sign!! This is one of those fics that makes me question how shit my own work is cause it’s just amazing all around; fun, sweet, intimate in parts, and scorching hot 🔥

I wanted to take a minute to say thank you to all the creators and readers that participated in this series. Whether it was contributing a rewind or simply reading and reblogging—thank you! This fandom isn't the community it is without all of us! Hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the year!

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @dingochef  @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess7617 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

#tgm be kind rewind #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #tgm #top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman

[ladymelisande]

I understand your fanfic isn't romance centric but then why did you tag daemyra when it's not even about them? It's about Rhaenyra changing her whole life so why involve Daemon/Rhaenyra in it?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Daemon is a huge part of Rhaenyra's life in this fic. Their relationship and the fall out of it during the Dance is one of the things that marks Rhaenyra's decision to change things in the story. Their relationship is endgame in the story. Only that I had to take out that tag too, because you people kept pestering with when when when.

Also, the relationship tag is there because it is featured in the story. That's proper tagging, I'm sorry if the modern entitlement of fandom has made everyone forget that relationship tags are not only there if the fic is solely focused in a particular relationship every chapter, but that's not how it works. The tags goes there because the relationship features prominently in the story, just like Cregan/Rhaenyra features in the story too. Not ragging Daemon/Rhaenyra when I have entire chapters dedicated to their relationship would be improper tagging.

Though to be honest, I have been tempted many times on taking out all the damn relationship tags and put nothing there, so at least you all would stop pestering about it.

You have thousands of fics where Daemon and Rhaenyra are single mindenly obsessed with each other to the point they don't have motivations on their own. Go, read those and leave me be. I don't know why my story's existence is such an inconvenience to you all when I update once a month and the mute button is right there. Mute me, block me, and move on.

#may answers #hgrt

[zoeysdamn]

Snippet tag - Bark, Bite & Break Bones sneek peak 

the adorable @chaosheadspace tagged me, and since I’m very slow at writing these days due to personnal things to take care of, here’s a sneak peek of the next chapter of the Tyler x Van Helsing! reader fic 

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You weren’t even halfway through your drink when a bitter voice spoke up behind you, “Careful with who you’re cheering, Enid. Wouldn’t want her to poison you.” 

Whipping around you glared at the newly arrived Bianca, in a short gold dress with long sleeves. No matter how gorgeous she looked, the venom in her eyes was enough to make you snare at her. Next to her, a very handsome yet uncomfortable looking Xavier was standing but surely he’d wished to be anywhere but here at the moment, looking for his best friend in the crowd. 

“What about minding your own fucking business, Bianca?” you spat at her, grumpy that she ruined your for one joyful mood. 

“I’m just saying,” she said, ignoring you completely, “you seem to be pretty great at suppressing students from this school, maybe Enid should start to worry.”

Glaring even harder at her you took a menacing step in her direction, “I am good at killing monsters, don’t you fucking forget that before you throw threats at me, princess.”

“You think you can impress me after the shit you pulled with Yoko?” she growled at you, standing tall and getting closer. It was a game of asserting dominance, and you knew it. 

“I have nothing to do with what Yoko brought on herself and you know it,” you said bitterly, trying to control yourself to not tear her branchias out of her throat. “So get the fuck off my back.”

“Don’t you really?”

“Piss. off.” 

“What’s going on here?” 

Both of you turned to Tyler and Ajax who had just arrived, having noticed the tense atmosphere at the bar. The Gorgon gave Enid and Xavier confused glances, trying to understand what the fuss was about. Obviously he didn’t dare to ask you or Bianca, he knew better than to interfere in this hissing game. Tyler on the other hand already had more or less an idea of what was going on. 

“None of your business, murderer,” snapped Bianca to Tyler, “if anything I’ll be doing you a favor by getting the Van Helsing bitch out of Nevermore so back off.” 

“What the fuck did you just call me?” you growled again, knuckles turning white around your cup. 

“You heard me. Didn’t know torturing vampires made you deaf.” 

If things were tense before, now they were downright electric. And if it wasn’t for the whole school around you you would have beaten the shit out the siren already; at least as a revenge for the Poe cup. “Yoko asked for what happened to her,” you spat at the siren, “trust me if I had anything to do with it, she would have a spike through her heart right now.”

Bianca only snarled, “Guess you lost your touch since Jeremiah then. How are you sleeping at night?”

“Jesus fucking Christ Bianca, that was three years ago, drop it for fuck’s sake!” you roared, finally losing patience. 

Anger boiling, you didn’t notice the few pairs of eyes that had turned in your direction at your outburst. But it didn’t seem to frighten the siren the slightest, and she only snared in disdain. 

“You can try all you want to pretend that you’re friendly and redeeming, but no one here is willing to be your friend, Van Helsing. You’re just a bitter, sad, miserable lonely bitch.”

Sensing you were ready to lose it again, Tyler put himself slightly in front of you and put a hand on your forearm to prevent you from gouging Bianca’s eyes out. “Okay, that’s enough.”

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Thank youu @uncertainwallflower and @annasghosts for tagging me and sorry I took so long to get around to this. Anyways, here goes:

FAMILY

They dropped Cindy off first. She hugged Petunia through the passenger window and waved and blew kisses as they pulled out of her paved drive. James remained in the middle seat, knees less compressed, but shoulder still firmly pressed against Lily’s. By the time they reached All Saints Street, the sun was setting, settling an orange hue all about the front garden. Vernon didn’t come in, he was to attend a family dinner celebrating Marge’s bulldog’s birthday. Petunia waved him off the whole way down the street and finally dropping her hand, spun on her heel and declared, “I need a smoke.” Forget-Me-Not—A Jily summer love story

MISTAKE

“It was a mistake. We were on holiday and I hadn’t seen you in ages. I—” All's Well That Ends Well—Teenage angst eventual-Jily

BROKEN

Lily smiled, lifting her goblet a little closer to her painted lips, eyeing the crowd in front.  Swig.  “Happy birthday, by the way.” She broke the stalemate.  James had felt like a broken record stuck in a loop all day. Thank you, thank you, thank you. His furry mind couldn’t think of anything better to say. “Thank you.”  “Yooou’re welcome.” Ain't No Rest for the Sloshed—Prongs Party 2023 microfic

SIGH

His eyes flicked down to her lips then back to her eyes. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “May I?” She nodded. His head dipped swiftly down to meet her once more. She heard the handset clack on the cradle, then his hands found her cheeks, her jaw, the soft skin beneath her ear, tilting her up into him. She went willingly, rising up onto her tiptoes. His lips were warm on hers; slow and forgiving. He sighed into her, then took a minuscule step forward, backing her against the wall and deepening the kiss. Forget-Me-Not (again)

And now, for Bella's words:

BACK

Lily and James's eyes met often. His brow would be knit and he would look away quickly. Hers would furrow and she would keep looking. Perhaps if he had looked back once, she would have worked up the courage to go over to him and apologise. What did she even need to apologise for? For asking him not to sit with her after he had spent the early hours of the morning comforting her? A bit. For caring more about what other people thought than what he did? Yeah, a bit of that too. But he never did. So, she never did. All's Well That Ends Well (unpublished snippet)

LIGHT

My chest has been waxed and my body rubbed down with a cream that makes my skin glint like sunlight on still water. I’m dressed in a satin blue-grey suit, it’s belted at my hips with a silky sash that falls to the floor, brushing my polished leather shoe. Above the sash, the jacket gapes. I have no shirt so my chest is entirely exposed. Sex appeal, I think to myself. Finniad: Striking Hearts (unpublished snippet)—Finnick Odair's origin story

QUIET

Dinner passed relatively quietly with scraping plates and clinking cutlery and eyes flitting across the table. Dessert was another matter. The second time Lily and James’s hands bumped while reaching for the same thing, the custard spoon this time—“Oops, sorry, you first.” “No, you.”—Petunia let out a great big sigh. Two pairs of eyes fell on her and Lily asked, “What?” “Just—would you stop eye-fucking over the crumble? Jesus Christ.” Forget-Me-Not (again, again)

REACH

The people around me are beginning to stare. I duck out of the pen and approach the stage that now seems miles away. My heart is in my throat, my feet are clumsy, and my mind is running a million thoughts at once. I look up as I climb the stairs and my own face stares back at me from the screens. I try to conceal the terror in my eyes but I’m unsure how successful I am because I’ve reached Eyre and Alfonso and now I must face the crowd. Finniad: Striking Hearts

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Eighteen.

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Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

"You can't drop a bombshell like that and then casually say, 'oh that's not why I'm here.' Jesus fucking Christ, Angel! I have to keep it to myself too, because it'll fuck with Edie's head even more if she knows that you love her. You motherfucker, dropping that on me," Aileen cries, waving her arm around before dropping it into her lap. "Really, I could have done without knowing that if it isn't the reason you want to speak to me." Yeah, she’s pissed. As I expected.

"I told you that so you wouldn't think I'm an asshole, one who is dicking her around, to use your chosen words. I know full well I should leave her alone, I just struggle at times, because of the very fact I love her," I admit.

"You're a vampire! Grow a pair," she yells, before drawing fiercely on her cigarette.

"Edie is my weakness," I confess, looking to my left at her. "Anyway, we're digressing. The reason I'm here is just to see how she is." I then add honestly.

"You should know, what with the blood tie," she snorts.

"No, it's wearing off with me much more quickly. It always does with the vampire, because it gets diluted the more different blood we feed on. I still pick up on her a little, but that's mostly when I'm near, and those moments are never for very long," I explain to her. That's only half true, I'll confide in you. I can pick up on her if I really focus, but it's begun to drive me mad.

"She's quiet, not her usual, talkative self. She'll bounce back though, she always does. You just need to keep your distance.” True, I suppose. If Edie is going to get over me, I need to stop following her around.

"Is she happy with that girl she's met?" I ask, unable to stop myself. Whoever she is, I want to break her damned neck. She has what I want, and I don't like that. Seething jealousy doesn't sit well with me at all.

She scratches her head, rubbing her hand over her face with a sigh. "To be honest, not really, because Katya has one problem. She isn't you. I probably shouldn't have said that, but it's true. There you go.”

"Pity I can't do anything about it," I lament. "Look after her for me. I know if anyone is going to, you will." I add to her as I stand.

"I will, goes without saying. And you stay away, you hear?" Nodding, I move out of her back yard rapidly, straight back to my own home, even though I have an urge to go and sit close to Edie's house, see if I can see her. I want to see her, but I know I have to stop. Aileen was right, it has to go both ways. She doesn't get to see me, so I shouldn't get to see her either. I miss her so fucking much, though. I enjoy her company greatly. I like her inquisitiveness, and miss her picking my brain with her endless questions. I just miss her being close by above all. Kissing her, that's another thing I crave more than you could imagine, not even the urge to have sex with her surpasses that right now. I know it would if I did ever, could ever kiss Edie again. Someone else gets that pleasure now though, that girl Katya.

She isn't happy with her though, because she isn't me, as the one-armed lady with the large glasses just told me. I wish I could be the one who makes her happy. Actually, I suspect that I am. I just can't physically be around her to do it. I'll get through this, eventually. I know I will. It'll be a test of my vampirism, to harden my heart to the woman I love when truly, I don’t want to. I thought she'd just forget about me and move on with her life, and in a way she has. What Aileen told me tonight though, it confirmed to me she hasn't fully forgotten me, just like I cannot forget her. I wish I could. I wish I could flip a switch in my brain and not have a clue who Edie Bailey is.  

Work takes my mind off her, especially with the piece I'm doing at the moment. The guy I'm working on is having what will be a full bodysuit done by me, with lots of intricate cover ups of his old tattoos, everything in Polynesian tribal theme since that's his parents place of origin. The only thing I'm not to cover is a portrait of a woman on his shoulder which he wants me to go over again to make it brighter, and add her name in loopy script underneath.

"So, just to make sure I've got the spelling right before I begin adding her name," I say to my client, showing him the line drawing.

"Yes, perfect man, stick it on," he replies with a smile and a nod before I wheel myself back behind him again and position it on his shoulder.

"So, who is Anolani then? Your wife, I take it? She's very beautiful, I must say," I ask, as I begin to retouch the portrait of the woman with the long black hair on his shoulder. Whoever did the tattoo originally did an excellent job.

"I wish she could have been. She was the one who got away, sadly. When the first boats began taking the rich people out of here fifty years ago, she was on board one of them. Her family was one who had hung onto their wealth after the disaster, and they wanted to go back to Polynesia to start a better life out there, in a place not ruined by the virus. I never saw or heard from her again, not until years later when her sister got in touch with me to tell me she'd died of lung cancer at just twenty-nine years old. She was eighteen in the picture I used for the portrait you're touching up now. She was a real beauty huh?" he explains to me.

"She really was. It must have been really difficult for you, losing her like that. How long were you together for, before she left?" I inquire, adding white highlights to the face and eyes of the beautiful Anolani. I like to ask my clients the stories behind their tattoos, at least the more meaningful or interesting ones. If I'm sticking a fucking Tweetie Pie tattoo on some dumb broad's ankle, I have absolutely no desire to know why she's having it done. I don't do that kind of work nowadays, though; I'm too talented to waste it on stupid cartoon characters. Most of the work I do is custom.

"That's the thing, my friend. We weren't together. I was always too gutless to tell her I was in love with her. We were best friends; we grew up in the same little Polynesian community, and I had ample time to tell her how I felt. I never did, though, so hence why she was the one who got away. I loved her to death, it broke me when I heard she'd died, because she passed without knowing how much I loved her. I don't know about you vampires and love, but if you ever meet somebody you love with all your heart, don't you let them go, you hear me?" he chuckles, sighing. His words, damnit they just hit me like a tonne of bricks.

"I bet you wish you could rewind the time, huh?" I then add to the conversation.

"You're absolutely right, I do. My grandmother always used to tell me that love finds a way through, and I've never forgotten those words. She said I should have told her, that if I did, she might have stayed here with me. What got to me the most, though, is what her sister told me. Anolani loved me too, and if only I'd have spoken up about it, love would have found a way with us. No matter how complicated, love finds a way through any situation," he goes on to say, while I just sit and wonder if this is the universe shouting at me to change my mind over Edie.  

Could love find a way through the problem that I'll end up killing her? There's something I've been toying with for a while now, but it's a risky thing to even consider. Could my love for Edie possibly quell that uncontrollable urge to drain her dry? Is there something up in my brain that I don't control, that would stop me at the crucial moment from taking her life without meaning or wanting to? It's a massive gamble, a huge risk to take with her life, a life so precious to me.

"If I ever find her, I'll make sure I don't." I humour him with, before going back to solely concentrating on the tattoo I'm working on. I finish touching up her face, add her name and then continue with the work I'm doing on the rest of his back.

"How you holding up there? If you need a break, just say so," I tell him a few hours later, marvelling to myself that he's been sitting here for three hours so far without a break in his four-hour session. Most people can't take that.

"I'm cool, my friend. Just you keep working. I can handle the pain, it's nothing new to me!" He's right there. He has enough piercings and tattoos as well as the pain he obviously carries in his heart over Anolani.

"So, are you being miserable and going home, or coming out with us tonight? It is a Saturday, come on!" Eric tells me as he walks across the studio to where the light box station is, where we draw out all of our line drawings for the tattoos.

"Where are you heading to?" I ask, wiping away smears of blue ink from the man's back.

"Up to Hell's Gate, I'm meeting a girl up there who I first met a few weeks ago, but who I've seen a lot more over the last fortnight. Oh, wait until you see her, so damned hot!" He exclaims with a whistle, while looking excited and making my client laugh. Eric often gets the comedy vote here, being so upbeat and human like for a vampire. He sets people at ease, too, with the way he is. A girl having a tattoo on the back of her neck by him recently got so upset she was in tears, so Eric just stopped and took off his gloves before giving her a huge hug. Sal and I aren't that tolerant. If you cry in my chair, you get told to calm the fuck down, same for the other Latino vampire here.  

"Yeah alright, I'll come for an hour or so," I relent, figuring it can't hurt just to show my face for a bit. It isn't until about half an hour later when we're getting ready to close up the shop that I suddenly remember that Hell's Gate is Edie's usual Saturday night haunt. Ahhh, shit! Oh well, she doesn't like metal, so I'll just stay in that room all night. I won't run into her there.

"Well, I'll be in the dance room, dude. Sasha likes to shimmy," Eric tells me as we're pulling the front shutters down over the shop windows.

"That means I'll be staying in the metal room, so I don't potentially run into Edie," I state, as we begin to walk down the street.

"Yeah, cool. No problems. Just come and meet her first, though, and then you can do whatever the fuck you like with the rest of your night. Sal's already there too, he just text me," Eric replies, before we move at vampire speed in the direction of the club. When we arrive, I do as I promised and go with Eric to the dance room to meet this girl Sasha he's been raving about, and as soon as I see the leggy girl with the wild blonde curls walking towards us, I groan internally.  

I swear, someone is playing a joke on me. This absolutely, positively cannot be happening. The girl Eric is seeing, she's Edie's best friend. Oh, why? Why is the universe playing games with me? Out of all the fucking women Eric could have met, why did he have to meet and like the one who is so close to the woman I can never be close to?

"Sasha honey, this is my friend and business partner, Angel. Angel, Sasha," Eric says in way of introduction.

"Yeah, I know who he is," Sasha states uncomfortably, smiling at me a little sadly. Eric looks confused.

“She’s Edie’s bestie,” I whisper.

"Shit, you're joking me! Ahh, crap," he winces.

I smile thinly, leaving them to it, standing at the rail for a little while, looking out for the one I love so fucking much, it hurts. I then turn away, shaking my head. Nope. Can’t do that.  

Ursula often says she believes in energies working all around us, changing and shaping our very lives and what happens to us. She firmly believes in reason and that nothing is random. The man telling me about his lost love, and now Eric associated with someone so close to Edie, I have to wonder if it is coincidence, or if these things happened for a reason, as my creator would say they have. It's suddenly like I can't think where Edie is concerned, my thoughts keep cutting out. Leaning back against the balcony rail, I watch Eric handing Sasha a drink before picking her up and sitting her on his lap. I then overhear her telling him about her day when he asks, and him the same afterwards when she asks inquires.

I wish I could have something so simple with Edie. Oh, how she consumes me. I can feel she's somewhere near, her pull to me strong. When I turn around and scan the dance floor, there she is, my beautiful love. Except she isn't mine, since she's with the girl Katya, and it makes me sick to the root of my fangs to see them have a good time together. When I witness Katya stop dancing to put her arms around Edie and kiss her, I watch Edie offer her cheek instead of her lips, and even that is bad enough for me to endure. In fact, it’s so bad that as I watch them, I begin to question myself, question just how much pain I can take. Would Eric's suggestion of silvering myself to have sex with Edie truly be more painful to me than existing without her? I can't even manage the time I’ve been without her, so how am I going to deal that for a longer period? I can't, and it’s honestly that simple.  

I realise now that I can't be without her, and whatever pain I have to endure to be with her, then I'll endure it. That will be a true test of my vampirism, to allow myself what I want, but suffer for it. She's worth it.

Watching Edie, I see her beginning to look around, knowing she can feel me nearby. Just look up here, my baby. Let me see those pretty blue eyes... and there they are, locking onto mine as she stares up at me from the floor to where I am here on the balcony. She comes to a total stop, staring right at me, so many emotions showing on her face. I then watch Katya pause to look at her, turning her head to follow her line of vision right up to me, before turning back to Edie and giving her a mouthful of shit that I tune my ears in to hear over the roar of the music.  

“Who's that guy on the balcony you're checking out? Edie you're meant to be here with me, so be here with me. If you wanna be a whore and go for him, then at least have the decency not to do it while I'm standing right in front of you!" Oh no, you did not just call Edie a whore within my earshot. Bad move, Katya.

"Did you just fucking call me a whore?" I hear Edie challenge her with. That's my girl, she never lets anyone get away with being an asshole to her. Katya replies, and before long, they're having a full-scale argument in the middle of the dance floor. I watch it unfold, unsure of what is holding me back, until I hear the words of the Polynesian man echoing through my head. Love always finds a way through.

This is the prompt, the push I need to move to Edie's side and do what I should have done all along. I can't be without her; I just can't do it. I love her too much to live in the misery of a life without her in it, and I see that now more clearly than ever before.

Edie's POV

"Seriously, when did you become so fucking jealous? We haven't even been seeing each other a month and you're already going psycho on me for allegedly checking out guys, huh? What the fuck is your problem?" I rage at Katya, who is really, really beginning to annoy me. I've been thinking of ending our dating for a few days now, because she just doesn't stop bugging me. I said I wanted something casual, but she obviously doesn't. She calls me all day long, and if I don't answer my cell, I get a barrage of texts asking me why I haven't called her back, and any time I even so much as look in the direction of someone else, she gets jealous. Seeing Angel staring at me from the balcony just made me realise how much I don't want to be with her, in any way, shape or form now.

Of course, seeing him, it reminded me quite clearly who it is I want to be with. I can’t, though, and that anger has all come out right at her. She probably doesn’t deserve most of it.  

"What the hell? What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is your problem, Edie?" she shouts at me, while I just feel embarrassed because people are turning and looking, watching my would-be (from her point of view) girlfriend tearing strips off me.

"I am. I'm her problem. I'm also someone who takes great objection to Edie being called a whore." Those words just spoken came from a third party to this, the party that caused Katya to flip at me in the first place. I turn, and there he is. The one I truly want to be with. I've ached and longed for him for weeks. My life without him being a part of it has been dull and colourless, and now as I turn around and look at him, take in his beautiful face, a face that it feels I haven't seen in years, the colour comes charging back into my life.

"I don't know what the fuck this has to do with you! How is what's between me and my girlfriend anything to do with you?" Katya shouts at him.

"I'm not your damned girlfriend!" I cry, my mouth hanging open in exclamation. If I thought that was shocking to hear, well. . .

"Because she's the woman I love, and if I ever hear you call her a whore again, I'll tear your fucking tongue from your throat. Do I make myself clear?" Angel warns her, while without thinking I automatically slip my hand into his, his fingers finding mine and clenching tightly as soon as he feels them. His face then moves to my ear, where he tells me something that makes everything suddenly very different.

"You can bind me in a thousand tonnes of silver if that's what it takes to be with you in the way I want to be. I'm yours, Edie. I want you to be mine.” I can’t believe my ears, I can’t! My insides have melted instantly at hearing those words, my heart racing, a huge lump forming in my throat. Oh my god, is this real? I've never felt so coveted before in my life. He wants me so much, that he’ll freely endure vast amounts of pain to be with me.  

“Really? You’d do that, just for me?” I ask, shaking my head with bewilderment.  

He smiles, kissing my forehead, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. “I have no other choice. I can’t be without you, Edie.”

"Well, if that’s the case, I think that can be arranged," I smile, making him laugh a little. I then lean in closer and kiss him, just once on the lips, but making it linger. "Yep, I'm definitely all yours." I then add, looking right into his eyes as our noses touch. I am, it's true. He's all I want. We smile at each other for a few moments, and I feel through our blood tie that the happiness consuming me is mirrored back through him, but before we can enjoy the moment any longer...

"Edie, what the fuck have you got to say about all this, huh? Have you been seeing him at the same time as me?" Katya yells, her eyes wide and crazy looking, her words suddenly bringing me back down to earth.

"There was never any you and me. I'm sorry, but you never stood a chance." I tell her, not wanting to waste a second longer on her or her possessive madness, turning and sinking into the arms of the one who I wanted all along. She was only ever a distraction. I don't even care if she's moved away when I look up at his face and smile, stroking his cheek and feeling his lips press a kiss against my head. I know there's only three words I need to speak to him right now as well, but they aren't the ones you're probably thinking of.

"Take me home," I tell him, watching him smile and nod. I quickly go and say goodbye to Sasha and Miley, and when they see me holding hands with Angel, they both splutter the exact same words.

“What in the hell?”

“I’ll explain all another time. Have a great night, both of you.” They nod a little dumbly, exchanging looks with one another before wishing us both goodnight, and with that, I leave the club, my troubles and Katya behind, walking out into the rainy early morning with the most gorgeous man I've ever met.

"Stop, I want to be clichéd and overly romantic for a minute and kiss you in the rain," Angel says as soon as we're outside and away from the front of the club. I burst into giggles first, before I'm silenced by the cool set of lips pressing to mine. I then stand there happily and kiss him, getting absolutely soaked to the skin as the rain hammers down all around us. I don't care, because I've never been as happy as I am right now.

"Okay, think I'm done for now," he tells me, blowing off a drip of rain that runs down his nose, making me giggle again.

"Come on, Mr Romantic. Let's get a cab.”

"Have you ever travelled at vampire speed before?" he asks, halting me when I go to walk forwards.

“No, I haven’t.”

"Well jump on my back and you get to, much cheaper and quicker than a cab, too.” He turns and bends, and after resisting the urge to smack that gorgeous butt, I jump on his back and hold on tightly, before whoosh! I'm being propelled through the streets faster than I can see, until we come to a stop right outside my house. Jumping down, I run for the door, letting us inside.  

We just stand there in the hallway for a few moments, staring at one another, both smiling before we laugh, soft and happy, sinking into one another. "I can't believe what you said in the club to Katya, that you love me. Wow. That was truly the last thing I expected.”

"Well, I do, and that's why I couldn't spend another moment away from you. I've been truly miserable without you around, Edie. I love you, and I don't care if you don't love me yet, I just want you to know that's how I feel about you," he explains, before kissing me.

"I have to be honest and say I really don't know if its love that I feel yet, but it's very close. I've tried not to let myself feel anything, but it's been too hard. I've missed you so much. Everything in my head is so muddled, and I want to say it, I just... I don’t... and I have an issue with...” I flounder, Angel shaking his head.

“Then don’t say it yet, it’s fine. Tell me when you know for certain, and for that, believe me, I’m willing to wait.”

I beam, stroking his neck with my nails. “You are?”

“Mmhmm.” We fall into another kiss, and I swear, the happiness inside of me right now is threatening to burst completely. He's in my arms again, and that feeling is so soothing to me I never want it to stop.

"Not that I don't like your place, but do you want to grab a set of dry clothes and come back to mine?”

“Well, I wanted to take a bath and stuff,” I admit, Angel frowning puzzledly.

“You can take one at mine, in the big tub that easily fits two people, so you get me in there with you, too," he suggests. I think I like that idea.

"Just one thing, in case you have any ideas on it, I'm not having sex with you right away. I never do with people I really like," I tell him, watching him frown in an amused way.

"Who said anything about sex? I only mentioned taking a bath," he teases. Feeling a little embarrassed at my presumption, I laugh it off and give him another kiss before going to fetch a change of clothes, and then leaving my place and getting absolutely soaked all over again as we head over to his. No one is home when we get there, and after making me a green tea (apparently Ursula has human friends she keeps things like that on hand for) we head upstairs and he runs the bath while I strip off.

"What shall I do with my wet clothes?" I ask, not wanting to put them down anywhere and then leave a puddle. When he comes back out of the bathroom, he just stands there staring at me in my underwear for a few moments, a smile curling his mouth.

"Sorry, I was just thinking what a lucky vampire I am. There's a big basket down the other end of the hallway, go put them in there and our housekeeper will wash them in the morning for you," he says, still smiling as his eyes wander all over me.

"A lucky vampire who can keep his hands to himself, thank you," I tell him after turning to take my clothes out and then feeling him suddenly move behind me, his hands stroking my sides slowly as his mouth kisses the side of my neck.

"I'll keep my dick to myself, but maybe not my hands.” I give him a swift kick in the leg and then keep on moving, turning around to wink at his scowling face. "You're no fun." He adds, just as I'm leaving the room.

"But I will be, you just have to wait for it.” My sweetly delivered statement upon return is met by more scowling, confidently stripping naked in front of him and then walking past to the bathroom. "Behave." I warn, when I feel him move to right behind me in an instant.

"Just following suit is all," he tells me, putting his arms around me and pulling me back against him, making me feel his nakedness pressed to mine. Oh yeah, he feels just as good as he looks. Five minutes later and I have that nakedness still pressed to me as I lean back against him in the bath, enjoying the heat of the water and the feel of his fingertips running up and down my arms.

"I can't believe it was only an hour ago I was sinking shots of tequila at the bar and thinking of ways to escape from Katya, and now I'm lying in a bathtub with you. What a crazy night," I exclaim with amusement.

"I thought you didn't drink when you were dancing, and as I seem to remember you don't drink tequila, either. It must have been bad,” he observes, kissing the side of my neck affectionately.

I turn to him, widening my eyes. He laughs in an instant. “Oh, it was bad! I mean, you witnessed half of it!”

He snorts, his face darkening a fraction. “I still can’t believe she called you a whore. She’s so lucky that her spine remains intact for that shit.” Why do I get the feeling that he isn’t joking, either? Oh yeah. Vampire. They don’t play.  

“And as for the tequila, that’s Ahmed’s fault. He’s given me a taste for it.”

He smirks, running a hand through his hair. “I used to drink that shit like water when I was a human, fuck. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t give myself cirrhosis of the liver,” he then confesses, turning his head to kiss my cheek. “I’m so fucking happy, just being here like this with you.”

“Mmm, ditto,” I hum, my nails trailing over the patterns of each of his tattoos. We enjoy the silence for a few minutes, before Angel suddenly speaks again.

“Don’t be surprised if you find me wanting to do nothing more than sit and talk to you for hours on end, by the way, find out everything there is to know about you, and in turn tell you anything you wish to know about me. I might love you, but I still don't know you as well as I should.��� Picking up a bar of soap from the side of the tub, he lathers it on a sponge before starting to wash my arms and shoulders.

"What, you want my entire life story or something?" I say in jest, as he gently pushes me forward and begins to wash my back.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind," he requests, pausing to soap up the sponge again.

"Right now?"

"I repeat. Yes, if you wouldn't mind.” He's smiling widely when I turn to look at him. I return it before resting back against him once more.

"You know, I've never done this, sat and told someone the story of my life. I suppose I should start right at the beginning. I was born on April 8th, 2073 down in Bullhead City, where my mother was originally from. She went into labour while visiting my grandparents. I don't remember my grandmother, because she died when I was one, and I only have a few memories of my grandfather, who passed when I was eight. They were the only family I had. I don't count my father's side since I pretty much know he's not my real one. As you know, that's why he started beating my mom and my mom beating me, because I wasn't his. I strongly suspect that, at least. Anyway, I never much liked school so quite simply a lot of the time I'd never go," I begin to explain.

"What did you do when you were meant to be at school?" he interrupts to ask.

"Remember I told you I have a hobby taking old things and making them like new again? Well, that's what I did. I was eight when I began skipping school, and I was so independent. I was probably too independent for an eight-year-old, in fact. I taught myself how to ride a bike at eight, for example, after I'd smartened up the rusty old bike I found dumped in the garden of a boarded-up house on my old street. I didn't know how to get the rust off, so one morning I wheeled it four miles to the nearest garage and asked one of the mechanics how to clean it up. He let me wheel it in and provided me with wire wool and a little area away from the cars to scrub the rust off. He then helped me spray paint it, and after filling the tyres with air, it was good to go.”

"What else?" he asks at once.

"Not much else, the fixing up of old things was the main thing I did with my time until I hit my teen years. I also used to just go back home when I knew no one would be there. My dad would be at work and my mom usually out drinking at an old bar called Rochelle's after midday, so I went home until someone came home and then I crept out of my window, returning at the time I was meant to. When I was a teenager, I'd hardly ever come home. I'd stay with Sasha, and her parents wouldn't mind. They knew my mom was a drunk, it was fairly common knowledge.  

“She turned up to the school totally hammered enough times, but they didn't know she beat me. When I reached sixteen, I'd try my luck in bars, I'd pick people's pockets to get the cash, I used to be good enough to take the wallet from a pocket, remove the notes quickly and slide it back in. I watched a lot of those shows that explain how illusions are done, how conmen work, which are one and the same really, illusionists and conmen if you ask me. Anyway, I'd do it while talking to people right to their face, I was that good. I got caught in the end though, because I beat the shit out of the person I was trying to rob when they cottoned on," I gabble, suddenly stopping. "Am I talking too much?"

"No, of course you're not. I like this, listening to you speak of your life. I only want to know more," Angel replies, tightening his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. I've never known such affection from a lover before. He's different to the rest in numerous ways, though. "Can I ask you a question relating to your parents?"  

"Yes, of course you can," I reply, squeezing his fingers when his hands come up out of the water to hold mine.

"Have you ever wondered who your real father is, or even tried to search for him?"

"I've thought about it, but she was so sexually active that it really could have been anyone. I heard about an incident years after it happened that's testament to that, one where she took a guy into the bathroom at Rochelle's and fucked him, and then did the same with another four hours later. She'd spread her legs for anyone who bought her drinks. So no, trying to work out who my father is when we go on information like that would be like searching for a needle in a haystack," I snort, making him laugh.

“Yeah, it seems that way,” he agrees. “What was her name?"  

"Linda. Linda Loretta Bailey. May she rot in pieces forevermore," I sigh with anger, feeling him soothing me by letting go of my hands and stroking my arms, kissing the side of my head. “Because of her, I don’t think I’ve ever truly been in love with anyone, or let them love me. That’s what I was trying to explain to you earlier, but I got all muddled. It’s scary to articulate, because you’re the first I ever have explained it to. I want you to love me, and I want to love you, but...” I feel myself starting to unravel a little, Angel tightening his arms around me.  

"Shhh, querida. Don't let her make you angry. She did that enough when she was alive. All in your own time. I know you adore me, and that’s enough for now," he reassures me gently, while I relax happily into his embrace again, my anger fading to nothing once more. "That's better." He adds, kissing my cheek a few times.  

“What does querida mean?”  

“It’s a Spanish term of affection, sweetheart, beloved, it’s multiple choice,” he explains, kissing my head as his hands begin stroking me again. He’s so affectionate! And yes, I am totally swooning as I bask in it.  

After about another half an hour we finally emerge from the tub, drying off and then heading to bed, where I lie there in his arms and talk more about my life, and then ask about his. When I woke up this morning next to Katya, I wished it was Angel curled up around me. I'd have never guessed he'd be the one I'd be lying next to just twenty hours later, or the one I could finally call mine either.

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OTH 3X05 Rewatch Review

OTH won.

1. I keep forgetting OTH is on Prime

2. IIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYY

3. One Tree Hill wants Tree Hill to be a basketball town so badly and doesn’t put in any of the effort.

4. I like how stiff these cheerleaders actually are.

5. “You’re breaking her heart you know that?” I’m sorry, he nearly died and she DIDN’T COME HOME.

6. Lucas, SHUT UP. You were the one who cheated on your girlfriend with her best friend and then dated that girlfriend’s neighbour broke up with said neighbour and went next to that girlfriend’s house RIGHT AFTER BREAKING UP WITH HER NEIGHBOUR

7. Right, I forgot they thought he kissed Haley. I mean, still though.

8. The fight between Nathan and Lucas escalates to an unbelievable point, it would not cause a brawl between the team, that’s dumb.

9. Peyton, if you hate being a cheerleader, stop being a fucking cheerleader, jesus christ.

10. OH MY GOD, A WOMAN WITH ARMPIT HAIR? BURN HER AT THE STAKE.

11. Every time I see Rachel, I think about how me and my friend shipped Jensen with Sophia, I don’t even know HOW that came about but we were like Chad is disgusting and Sophia and Jensen should totally date and get married and Chad can choke and die then we found out Jensen was with Danneel and we were like ....................

12. Chris’ album name is “Keller Instinct”? Ugh.

13. I like how Chris is supposed to be a hot shot musician but also has nothing better to do than hang around Haley and Chris, that’s weird dude.

14. It’s funny I rewatch Veep a lot and this character Jonah who is terrible is about to be offered like hundreds of million of dollars for his website and Selina the protagonist is like:

and every time one of the characters is like “Dan’s running for mayor?? It’s like...” I think of this scene.

15. This shit is SO unsanitary.

16. Dan, you’re running your own campaign.

17. I am posting this without comment and tagging @initiumseries​

18. I totally forgot about Gigi.

19. The casting as Ellie as Peyton’s birth mom was a good choice though.

20. Oh God, is Peyton going to see Ellie’s picture of her and be like YoU LiEd To mE!!!! It is this scene right.

21.

22. (it is).

23.

24. At least she isn’t crying this time.

25.

OH MY GOD, PEYTON, GET A FUCKING GRIP 

26. I am so done with these scenes, can we move on.

27. Ha.

28. What is this dialogue? What does it even mean?

29. I like how she puts this on Nathan like she didn’t kiss him and insist on working with him and didn’t ask Nathan to come with her on tour

Once again I am reminded of how I like Naley together but build up Naley not so much.

30. “If you work with Chris and end up having feelings for him again, then I guess I have my answer.” “That’s ridiculous, Nathan, that’s not fair!” I mean, how though? You didn’t even say you didn’t have feelings for him, Haley. THIS IS HIS POINT.

31. I like how when Dan actually is mayor it’s not really a catastrophe, unless I’m misremembering.

32. At least Peyton tackles Rachel when she punches Brooke.

33. Like these fights don’t make sense because it’d be an entire team and an entire squad trying to pull apart TWO people of their OWN team/squad.

34. You were slut shaming Brooke like 2 seconds ago, Rachel

35. At least he looks uncomfortable here, with Brooke he looks bewildered and then into it by the very end.

36. This always bothered me because it DOESN’T. MAKE. SENSE. Is it last year or two years ago?

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38. I always found it HILARIOUS that Brooke slaps Rachel and Lucas just watches like damn, Brooke. Doesn’t even go to see if Rachel’s OK.

39. “You know that thing about judging a book by its cover? Well it’s true. Sometimes you gotta read the whole thing” this is the clumsiest shit ever, STOP TALKING.

40. Nathan, why are you lurking by a tree?

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WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER🖋✨

I was tagged by the lovely @ardent-fox to share a snippet of my current WIP again it’s coming from Silent Pain in Emerald Eyes, this time chapter 3💚

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“Mickey! Thank god! Have you heard from Ian? We came home last night and he wasn’t home,” Fiona says, standing from the couch to face Mickey as soon as he enters the office.

Mickey watches them for a moment silently contemplating on how to go about this. They both look nervous and worried, genuine concern on their faces—but also guilty.

“You mean last night when he was left home alone?” Mickey asks, trying to keep his tone even and calm but he could here the disapproval in his own voice as if he was scolding two children.

“We know okay? Carl was supposed to be there but there was a mix up, he had a date—said him and Debbie were supposed to switch but Debbie forgot—”

“Forgot?!” Mickey cut Fiona off his eyes widening, “How could and of you forget him—home alone?”

“Aren’t you the one that was just telling us to stop babying him? Give him some fuckin’ space? What now that’s changed?” Lip snapped and Mickey raises his eyebrows.

“Making sure someone is home with him in the case of a nightmare or panic attack isn’t babying him it’s making sure he’s fucking safe! How do you not understand that!” Mickeys voice raised and Fiona just stare at him, not having heard the man curse before, “you know he called me, Ian doesn’t call. He hates calls because he can’t communicate through a call and it, rightfully, frustrates him. He was panicking, crying and so fucking scared that he was trying to force himself to speak, do you understand how painful that is for him? Jesus Christ!”

“We did know okay? We thought he was getting better—“

“It’s not about him getting better. He is getting better, but him waking up from a horrifying dream, unable to tell what’s real and not and having no one there to ground him was terrifying and it’s going to take him a while to recover from that.”

“We’re sorry, we know how bad it was and how bad it could have ended up if you didn’t show up—“

“No. No, I don’t think you do know how bad it could have ended. I’m sure you’re first thought is him hurting himself but that’s mine. If I didn’t answer that phone and he was left alone for hours it could have fucked him up really bad, traumatized him even more. He was walking through the house mid panic attack pounding on the walls and no one came! You’re supposed to be there for him in those moments and you left him. All of you!”

“He said he was fine—“ Mickey’s glare cut Lip off.

“Yeah he’s was fine for a few hours not a whole fucking night!” Mickey snarled.

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This is probably a little longer than these are supposed to be but I wanted to add this scene cause it one of my favorites I love protective Mickey against the Gallagher siblings. (This scene low key seems a little harsh but things look up soon😏)

I’m going to tag: @celestialmickey @imikhailo @grumpymickmilk @mrs-monaghan @grumble-fish @creepkinginc @squirrelfund if you don’t have a WIP feel free to ignore me🥰

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