#they just never thought to use them for long vowels

[tanadrin]

One thing that’s kind of funny to me is just how long writers in English struggled to come up with a way to represent long vowels. They didn’t bother in Old English--you had to know whether a vowel was long or not, like in Latin, and if you didn’t, or if you’re studying Old English a thousand years later and trying to work out which vowels are long and which vowels are short, well, you can just go fuck yourself, buddy. A lot of scribes over the centuries quite sensibly tried for more phonemic transcriptions of English, with varying success.

The Orrmulum is a good early example of this kind of work. Its author, Orm, came up with a number of innovative spelling practices to represent English unambiguously. Alas, precisely none of these stuck; probably because his text’s most notable feature, using a double consonant to represent a preceding short vowel (since two consonants in the syllable coda reliably indicates a short vowel in most Germanic languages) is simply awful to look at. But god bless the man for trying.

In Middle English, the development of the maximal onset principle, which reallocated which syllable in a word a consonant belonged to in a way which tried to load as many consonants as possible onto the beginning of a syllable, led to the creation of more open syllables; subsequently, the vowels in open syllables were lengthened. This made it much easier to predict where a vowel was long vs where it was short--still not possible with 100% accuracy, since there were lots of closed syllables that retained long vowels (like in child, climb, and old), but this meant that a lot of words ending in vowels, especially -e, definitely had long vowels in them.

This is where we get the “final -e denotes a long vowel in the preceding syllable” spelling convention in English from; it was a sufficiently useful tool that even words which never had a final -e came to be spelled with one, to indicate a preceding long vowel, and even once this final -e fell silent (as it was starting to in the Middle English period), it was still written to indicate a preceding vowel. And we have retained it to this day--despite the fact that it arguably became mostly superfluous with the Great Vowel Shift, which diphthongized a bunch of long vowels! We could spell the vowel of “site” with no ambiguity as “sait” (indeed, that is approximately how you would transcribe it in the IPA), or the vowel of “fight” (which indicates the long vowel differently, using the silencing of the sound represented by <gh> with the attendant compensatory lengthening of the previous vowel) as “fait,” but instead we use a hodgepodge of centuries-old phonetic spelling techniques and kludgy workarounds, because English orthography has never been good at being simple.

A modern, cross-dialectical orthography of English (so, one that wanted to suffice for most North American, and British, and other regional varieties without too much ambiguity) would have almost no trouble with long vowels--with the exception of non-rhotic varieties there is no actual phonemic contrast purely in vowel length, and if you were creating a novel English orthography from scratch, I don’t think non-rhotic speakers would complain about keeping the rhotic spellings in, since they’re used to them. But English spelling reform is a thousand years too late--even by Orm’s day, the literary culture was already too much of a muddle of dialects and divergent spelling conventions to fix, and it has only become worse since.

No, better to learn from English’s mistakes--like the Icelandic scribes did, by putting a little tick mark over the long vowels way back in the 1300s, a system that has worked perfectly well for the language even through all the subsequent sound changes in the seven centuries since.

#it's not like the old english scribes were averse to diacritics #they used them all the time for scribal abbreviations! #they just never thought to use them for long vowels

[catboybiologist]

Okay maybe it's time to make an actual designated pinned post

Edit: hiya! A new pinned post will come, but quick note that I am starting my transition MtF now. This pinned post, and all the pictures in it, predate that, however. General guide is that I'm referring to pre transition me as a femboy, and will be referring to myself as a trans woman to moment I start HRT. But I'm leaving this old pinned post up for now.

Hi! I'm CatboyBiologist. I'm a grad student in Molecular Biology with a passion for the ocean, nature, Fromsoft games, national parks, and weird tech stuff. I tastefully hornypost about men, women, and all others (so be warned), post spicy hot memes (fuck you I'm the funniest mfer alive), type out long rambles about science and nature, and play Fromsoft games. PLEASE send me cute pictures of your pets.

Oh yeah, I'm also a cis man who does this sometimes:

I also make shitposts out of myself sometimes

I've also made a couple guides on how to replicate these kinds of looks.

General overview of femboy stuff:

How I create cleavage looks from a relatively flat chest:

If you want a somewhat more realistic idea of what my figure looks like:

The best way to specifically see those posts and filter out everything else is probably to use the femboy tag on my profile.

Pronouns? Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh, idk dude just use whatever. It's far more gratifying to me to throw a look out there and see what people wanna use for it than to declare my pronouns. If that doesn't make sense to you, they/them or he/him is cool.

Asks and DMs are always open for science talk, cute animal pictures, casual non creepy flirting, or whatever else... With the SOLE exception of these two questions that I get WAY too often and will give final answers to here:

"Are you a biologist who studies catboys or a biologist that just happens to be a Catboy?"

Both. Do humans not study human biology?

(also I'm actually studying bio irl)

"why is it not catboyologist, hmmm? I am very clever"

To give a serious answer to a joking question I get way too much: This online persona (or whatever you want to call it) is about balancing and integrating two large parts of my personality: my career in and passion for biology, and my queerness and gender nonconformity. I wanted both of those parts to be clear, in a cute and fun username. Basically, "catboyologist" only has the same effect as my actual username if you already know my actual username- you can't interpret the "biologist" part from "catboyologist".

Plus, "catboyologist" has too many consecutive wide vowels. CatboyBiologist breaks it up so it sounds punchier.

Oh yeah and apparently I was a 196 microcelebrity? I never to thought I was popular enough for that but apparently some people do 🤷‍♀️. So uh, hi 196 tag, I'm abusing you for my pinned post LOL

I'll also abuse other tags I use somewhat frequently, so hi y'all

#196 #r196 #r/196 #femboy #/r/196 #rule #cross dressing #catboy #cute crossdreser #biology #oceanposting

[elisefolklore]

paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13​ as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.  

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

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[elsaellaelys]

Mami

summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader

620 words

a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3

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This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.

JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N's music, pagode right after she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatta queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.

"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.

"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"

He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"

"What about coffee, American Boy?"

"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.

"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."

JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.

Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.

"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.

"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.

"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.

The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Temptation Chapter 2

Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

Bucky couldn’t seem to shake her.  Even though she never came to the church anymore, he saw her out in public way too often.  They always seemed to be bumping into one another.  They would say their pleasantries and then be on their way, until one day she invited him for coffee.  He didn’t see anything wrong with going for a coffee.  He’d done it with other congregants before.  She invited him out to coffee more often where they would sit or go for walks and talk for hours about anything and everything.  Religion as well, which he thought was odd.  She was extremely well educated in scripture and passionate about intellectual and philosophical questions when it came to the idea of God’s existence or religion vs. spirituality.  He felt like he was learning a lot from her and agreed with many of her points.  Their coffee dates became a regular thing until she finally heard from the lawyer again.

“The estate is out of probate,” Y/N said offhandedly one day.  Bucky’s head whipped around to her.

“Oh, that’s good.  Took them long enough,” he tried to sound unphased.  

“Yeah.  I was thinking of holding the meeting at the church, since some of the money will be going to you guys,” she continued, looking out over the water where they sat at the Brooklyn Bridge park.  

“That makes sense,” Bucky agreed.  He sat silently for another minute before drumming up the courage to ask, “What will you do when it’s all done?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N said.  “I have nowhere to be.”

“Hm…well, if you do decide to leave, I hope you know I’ll miss you,” Bucky knew he was playing with fire as he said it.  He’d grown even more fond of and infatuated with Y/N as the months had progressed.  He not only was attracted to her but genuinely enjoyed her company.  He’d gone to sleep one too many times since starting to meet up with her a little too…excited, having vivid dreams of what life would be like with her.

Y/N gazed at him, an unreadable expression on her face.  Bucky met her stare, once again knowing he shouldn’t, but wanting this moment.  Y/N broke eye contact as she blinked rapidly then looked down at his hand in his lap.  She reached for it and held it as she looked back out at the water.  “Me too, Buck.”

***

“Father Barnes!  I know you’ve met our helper today,” Sister Carter said as she led someone up to him.  He looked around and his eyebrows furrowed.  

“Y/N?” he asked. 

“Yep, I uh, I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was just talking to her at the grocery store and the next I was agreeing to help with an activity,” Y/N looked surprised and a little upset with herself.

“Well, Sister Carter can be quite convincing,” Bucky laughed.  Sister Carter gave him a slight shove to his arm.

“It’s almost Christmas, we need all the help we can get for Mass,” Sister Carter scoffed at him.  “And some rumors have surfaced about Miss Y/L/N having quite a lovely singing voice that she used to use back in the day, and our little choir needs desperate help!”  Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked at Y/N worriedly.  Y/N met his gaze and just gave him a shrug.  “This way!” Sister Carter redirected Y/N sharply and pushed her towards the adults standing at the front of the sanctuary.  Sister Carter ran over to the piano in the corner and sat while Y/N stood in front of the choir.

“Uh…hi,” Y/N waved awkwardly.  “I guess let’s, um, go over what you’ve all been practicing?”

Within 20 minutes Y/N had the choir sounding better than they had for years.  She was able to help them fix their vowels and fine tune the way they sang.  Sister Carter was beside herself with excitement at having a choir that sounded somewhat good rather than a jumbled mess of noise.

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re a god send!” Sister Carter ran up to her as rehearsal drew to a close.  “Could I ask you to help with one more thing?”

“Uh, sure,” Y/N sighed.

“Miss Natasha Romanov here,” Sister Carter waved over one of the altos, who quickly came over, “has a solo in the song ‘Silent Night.’  Could you help her with it a bit?”

Y/N shook Natasha’s hand as they all walked over to the piano.  Bucky had been watching from the sidelines the entire time, admiring Y/N’s way of teaching people and her patience with them.  He got to hear her sing little snippets of the songs.  She had a nice voice, and he enjoyed getting to see this small part of her that she had buried long ago.  He also felt a protective streak over Y/N, feeling the need to watch over the rehearsal to make sure she wasn’t pushed too far into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with.  

As they practiced and Natasha was singing Y/N would interrupt and suggest trying something different, and when Natasha tried again it sounded better, making Natasha feel confident and smiling widely at her.  Bucky felt himself smiling like an idiot as he watched.  At one point Natasha was struggling with a higher note.

“Okay, yeah as an alto that’s a little out of range for you, so maybe if you try this,” Y/N showed Natasha how to breath to get the right support then showed her how to position herself and how to imagine the sound coming out of her mouth and through her body.  “So…’Sleep in heavenly peace…sleep in heavenly peace’…”

Bucky was transfixed.  Y/N’s voice at full volume, sweeping through the melody like it was second nature to her, with a perfect vibrato to it, was a sound he would gladly die to.  Natasha repeated what Y/N had done and was able to recreate the sound almost perfectly.  All 3 of the ladies celebrated with each other and ended practice. Bucky stood and started cleaning up after everyone that had come for Christmas Mass prep as Natasha left and Sister Carter and Y/N spoke to each other.

 “Thank you for your help, Miss Y/L/N,” Sister Carter gushed over her.  She glanced at Bucky who was farther away.  “Looks like we had a fan watching us.”

“What a weirdo,” Y/N mock whispered.  

“He’s quite the looker,” Sister Carter said, watching Y/N’s face carefully.

Y/N gave her a perplexed look.  “Um, yeah, he’s pretty…yeah, pretty.”

“Too bad he’s a man of the cloth, am I right?”

“I’m sorry, Sister, what are you trying to say?” Y/N faced her, her eyebrows furrowing as she gave her a disapproving look.

“Nothing!  Oh I mean no offense, dear.  It’s just hard to see a young, good-looking priest be distracted by a…well…”

“A what?” Y/N dared her, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Sister Carter’s friendly exterior seemed to melt away as she gave Y/N a disapproving look back.  “I see the way you look at each other, dear.  It won’t happen.  He’s a priest.  He will always choose God over you.  You’re his temptation, his Jezebel, nothing more.”  

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at her accusation, a loud scoff leaving her open mouth.  “I beg your pardon?”

“I must get going, dear.  Thank you again for your help tonight,” Sister Carter quickly gathered her song books and gave Y/N one last tight smile before leaving the sanctuary.

Y/N watched her leave, astonishment still on her face at her audacity.  She huffed a sharp breath and quickly gathered her things.  As she turned to leave she almost smacked right into Bucky.

“Oh god, I mean gosh, I mean…ugh,” Y/N grunted as she stepped back.  “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

“Whoa, what’s the rush, Y/N?” Bucky asked, an amused smile on his face.  It disappeared as he looked at Y/N’s expression.  “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N retorted, rubbing her face with her hand.  “It’s just late, I’m tired.”

“Oh, well, you sounded amazing up there,” Bucky complimented her.  Y/N watched him as he smiled at her.  “You’re a great teacher.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing at Bucky.

“Like what?” Bucky recoiled.

“Like…” Y/N stopped.  She had had some serious feelings for Bucky ever since he had comforted her that first day after the office meeting.  The coffee dates and long walks together as they talked cemented the fact that she not just liked him and found him attractive, but wanted him on a primal level.  She felt like she had been doing a good job at keeping up the act of just being friends, besides the odd holding hands or hugging that was very brief.  But if someone else could see something happening between them, it wasn’t as subtle as she had hoped.  She shook her head at herself and shut her eyes tight.  “I’m the temptation…” she muttered.

“What?” Bucky asked, leaning in to hear her.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.  Excuse me,” Y/N scurried around him.  

Bucky stopped her with a hand on her arm.  “Wait, did Sister Carter say something to you?” he asked.  Y/N tried to shake his hold on her but he wouldn’t budge.

“Let me go, Buck,” she tried to keep walking.

“No, wait,” Bucky suddenly cupped her face in his hands.  Y/N froze, her eyes widening and her hands instantly grabbing his wrists close to her face.  They sat there in silence, staring at each other, their breathing getting heavier, the space between them closer than it had ever been before.  Bucky’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, flickering back and forth and then glancing down to her lips.  Y/N gasped and pushed his hands away.  Bucky stepped back, his hands still in front of himself like he didn’t recognize them as his own.  “I’m…I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Y/N felt like she could cry.  She wanted to reassure him, to hold him to her chest and stroke his hair and tell him it was alright, anything to wipe that awful horrified look off of his face.  And yet the words kept tumbling around in her head.  “Temptation…Jezebel…you’re the Jezebel…”  She inhaled a shaky breath then turned and literally ran out of the sanctuary.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t move as he watched her run.  What did he just do?  Why did he do that?  He held her, didn’t want her to leave, even felt like he was about to kiss her.  What was happening?

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[thosehallowedhalls]

By Any Other Name

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Lucy West)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 876

Summary: Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?

A/N: For @vampirkit. Happy Valentine's Day! I've loved your Lucy since I stumbled upon your post introducing her, so I was thrilled to see I was your secret admirer. I hope you like this little story starring Lucy and Kamilah.

(Please let me know if your sense of humor isn't as unhinged as mine, and I'll write you something sane instead 🤭)

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024 (Eros) @choicesfandomappreciation @choicespride (prompt: wine)

By Any Other Name

Lucy’s wine glass rests forgotten on the coffee table. It’s an excellent vintage, one that Kamilah saved for a special occasion and has just uncorked for Lucy's birthday. But as it turns out, a wine older than the United States of America isn’t the biggest surprise of the evening. Granted, Lucy is used to being stunned speechless by Kamilah’s stories, but this one might take the birthday cake.

“You were the inspiration for Carmilla.”

“Yes.”

“Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Mhmm.”

“Carmilla published in the 1870s.”

“Lucy. If you have a point, make it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… how did this happen? And why am I only hearing about it now?”

Kamilah sighs and takes a sip from her own glass, her eyes closing in pleasure for a moment. “One of the best wines I’ve had in decades. What were you saying?”

Good lord. Sometimes being with a woman who’s two thousand years old can be exasperating. Lucy may be 150 herself, but she has a healthy (human still, she admits) dose of impatience. Kamilah? Kamilah doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

“How did you end up inspiring Carmilla? I thought she was based on Elizabeth Báthory!”

“You would,” Kamilah says dryly. “History doesn’t often care about the truth.”

Lucy tilts Kamilah’s chin up with one finger. “I’m going to need the story, babe. The whole story.”

Kamilah rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch. She will never admit it, but they both know full well how much she loves it when Lucy calls her babe.

“I briefly traveled to Ireland in 1870. Gaius knew a man who knew a man who…”

“Knew a man?”

She gives Lucy a flat stare. “Are you telling the story, or am I?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“Who knew a mortal fascinated by our kind.”

“Sheridan Le Fanu.”

“Yes. See, he was attacked by a vampire when he was a very young man...”

“So he was afraid of us?”

“Oh, no. The reckless fool accosted the poor woman with so many questions that she decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.”

“Is that a note of admiration I detect?”

“Absolutely not. I admire no mortal.”

Lucy is too eager to hear the rest of the story to argue. “Okay, okay, the story?”

Kamilah sighs, long-suffering, but she proceeds. “Sheridan invited me to stay at his home. Every evening before I left the house, we drank whiskey and he threw every question under the sun at me.”

Lucy can’t help it. She snickers. “Under the sun?”

“Quiet.” Undisturbed, Kamilah presses on. “He severely tried my patience, but he was still my host. I answered some of them.”

“Only some?”

“I had intercepted a letter meant for the editor of The Dark Blue. I knew he was planning to write about it, and I didn’t want every reader of that nonsensical serial to know every little detail about our kind.” She rolls her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have bothered. He still got it all wrong. No matter how many times I told him that vampires can’t shapeshift, he made Carmilla transform into a cat-like creature.”

“I wondered about that! I mean, a black cat? It seems a little on the nose.”

“Precisely.” Kamilah sips her wine, then shrugs. “At least he didn’t turn us into bats. He left that particular brand of nonsense to Stoker.”

“Okay, but why do you think you were the inspiration for Carmilla herself? She doesn’t look like you.”

“She wouldn’t. I’m not Vlad; Sheridan knew better than to immortalize me too clearly. I would’ve killed him, host or not.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t read the story until I returned to America. The similarities were too obvious to ignore, so I wrote him a letter demanding an explanation.”

“What did he say?”

“He denied that Carmilla was based on me.”

“But you didn’t believe him?”

“If he wanted to be so discreet, he shouldn’t have given her a name so like mine.”

“It does seem an awfully big coincidence if fictional Carmilla has no relation to real life Kamilah,” Lucy admits. “But look on the bright side! Thanks to him, countless young women have dreamed about you.”

Kamilah gives her a haughtily amused look. “Lucy, I don’t need his help to make women dream about me.” She trails a finger down Lucy’s cheek, all the way to her collarbone. “Do I?”

She swallows. Hard. “Can’t argue with that.”

“That aside, he nonetheless made me out to be some sort of… of… corrupter.” Obviously incensed, she pushes her hair back. “I've never in my life seduced anyone who didn’t want to be seduced.”

“Still,” Lucy says, as casually as possible. “I wouldn’t mind being corrupted by you.”

Kamilah smiles, cupping Lucy’s cheek tenderly. “My love, at this point, I’m not sure who’d be corrupting whom.”

She pushes Kamilah back and straddles her. The older vampire only lifts an elegant brow. “I believe you’ve made my point for me.”

Lucy grins, her lips hovering over Kamilah’s. “Oh babe, I’m about to do a lot more for you.”

She kisses her jaw, then her neck, before she moves lower. Kamilah may have all the cool stories, she decides, but Lucy has her own ways of making her speechless.

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[thefuseoftemptation]

reader taking care of eddie when he's feeling under the weather

Thanks for the request!!!

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, not much else. NOT PROOFREAD.

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You looked through the cabinets, eying the half empty shelves for something that might be of use to the guy in the other room who by way, has not shut up since you got there.

Not that he ever has. You think with the utmost sincerity.

It’s just that because Eddie isn’t feeling well, he won’t let you get less than arms lengths from him before he’s making a few sounds of disapproval– pulling you back into him without giving you time to react.

It isn’t until you're quite literally under his hold that you try to remove yourself at least a few steps away because well, he hasn’t stopped sneezing and blowing his nose all week. And there’s no way you’re looking to catch whatever he's got going on.

When Eddie hadn’t shown up to school you thought he was just dipping, the usual, nothing you hadn’t seen– but then you went by to be sure and maybe tell him off because he’s supposed to be getting out of there that year.

Though upon getting to the lot, you see that he really had been unable to pull himself from the comfort of his mattress. The sheets sticking to him as he laid under them, unwell.

Honestly Eddie being under the weather is just him being totally out of it. You know the whole, speaking nonsense and not knowing what’s going on most of that time. Plus, the frequent gripes here and there that make you want to put a pillow over his face because ugh, I know Munson, now shut up. 

It’s like taking care of a child. One that cusses and has way more vocabulary. And by that you mean, most of the words he says, you have no clue what they are or mean. Oh well.

You hear your name, pulled out to an unnecessary length, your guess– because you’d been gone too long for his liking. That or he needed something. Either way, it wasn’t something you looked forward to because his requests were a little much.

You could also see why his Uncle was so quick to leave when you got there. You’d be having a word with Wayne when he’d get back later for leaving you like that with his nephew. And you were sure as Wayne would put, “he’s your friend….as far as I could tell.”

He was always bringing up your ‘lowkey’ feelings for his boy in an underlying way. Or that’s what he would say.

“M’comin, m’coming…little shit.” Muttering the latter under your breath as you fill a glass up with water.

Upon getting to the room, you see Eddie swallowed by the sheets and lying on his stomach, head tucked under the pillow that muffles his voice– his unruly curls spread across. Clapping your hand on his calf as you then nudge him over so you could seat yourself down. 

He has yet to remove himself. Sighing, you throw your head back– chin tilting up to the ceiling to the flickering light. If it’s not him giving you a headache it’s that bulb that you’ve got to switch.

“Eddie?” Crickets.

“Eddie.”  The vowels of his name pulled out as you sung it and still, nothing.

“Boy, get up!” You say with a little more raise, getting to your feet as your hand comes in contact with his feet that were sticking out.

You’ve been around Wayne too much.

“Is that you Wayne?” Eddie voices.

Hence the previous thought.

The side of your mouth turns up, hands coming up as you curl them into the other, wanting nothing more than to reach forward and put them around his neck. You sigh through your nose, because yes Eddie, it’s me, your Uncle. Just without the years of experience to go with it.

“Uh huh, sure. Here.” You set the glass down on the side table and wait. Seeing his arm stretch out, hand patting around until he feels the cup, and grabs it. You see his head lift up from under the pillow, and then hear him sipping from the said glass before he puts it back.

“Eddie, why don’t you try getting up?” You suggest.

“Why?” He questions, and you swear, it’s always questions and never proper answers.

“Because it’ll be a step from lying there. The longer you stay here the more likely you’re to feel the full effects of the fever, c’mon now.”

“No.”

“Eddie.”

“Eddie says” he takes the pillow and throws it, “no.”

It was poorly done, guessing it to be thrown at you but ended up just to the side of him on the floor— still though.

There was little thought to your next move, taking the pillow and thumping him on the head.

“Get up you little shit!”

The sound of him whining at the light contact has you rubbing your hands across your face, sliding your fingers down your cheeks as you mutter curses.

Seeing there’s no use getting him up to stretch, you set yourself on the floor in front of his bed, lean back and shut your eyes. You felt shuffling from behind you, the sudden feeling of someone’s breath on your neck.

Turning your head slightly, you're greeted by Eddie’s eyes– wide and looking at you.

Without a word, Eddie lifts the single sheet, a sign telling you to get under. And you did, not even thinking about the snuffles and wipes he does to his nose anymore.

You lay there with him, heads leaned up against the other’s, your even breaths released at the same time his unsteady ones are. Clearly from the congestion. 

“I feel unwell….” He states as if you couldn’t tell from the many hours you’ve been there over the week watching him, taking care of him, when Wayne couldn’t.

“I know.” Was all you said, simply put. 

“Thanks for being here for me.” Eddie says, lowly, as sleep takes over.

And even though you yourself let out a few gripes from being there, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than there with him.

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A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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[eddies-ashtray]

Jam // Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

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Synopsis: Eddie has the whole Hellfire gang over (including you) after the completion of a very successful campaign. You and Eddie haven’t been friends for very long, so you’ve never seen his trailer before tonight. A combination of curiosity and a desire to get inside Eddie’s mind lures you into his bedroom to snoop. 

WC: 2.9k 

Category: Fluff.

Content: This takes place during Eddie’s first senior year (reader and Eddie are the same age), Gareth and Jeff tease reader about their crush on Eddie, reader snoops in Eddie’s room without his knowledge (but he’s not angry about it), mention of underage drinking, mention of smoking, the term “love boner” is used a grand total of 3 times, love (like) confession, Eddie calls reader “sweetheart”, Eddie thinks reader is prettyyyy, Eddie is nervous around reader. 

A/N: Kinda definitely inspired by the Email Surveillance episode of The Office where Jim has a BBQ at his place and Pam finds his room and just kinda looks around and finds an old yearbook picture of young Jim!! Also, I’m pretty sure one of the Corroded Coffin members is unnamed, so I’ve opted to call him Kenneth. 

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It was nearing midnight now and the general excitement from the success of the campaign had dwindled by this time in the night. But everyone was still laughing and chatting with each other; either sprawled out on Eddie’s living room floor or sitting on the porch outside and drinking. 

You were part of the former group, sitting criss-cross on the carpeted floor, listening as Gareth and Jeff argued about some characters from a movie you’d never seen and probably never would as they were spoiling just about the entire plot before you. 

Beginning to tune them out, you lean back on your hands on the floor, peer out the open door of the trailer, and listen for Eddie’s voice. You can hear him faintly, sitting out there with the rest of the guys and laughing. You smile softly at the sound. 

Gareth nudges your leg with his socked foot then, bringing your attention back to the room. 

“What?” You wonder.

He pins you with a pointed look as if to say you know.

“What?” You ask again, drawing out the vowel and tipping your head back, playfully irked that he’s being so cryptic. 

When you look back at them, Gareth and Jeff are exchanging a meaningful look. 

“Okay, seriously, what?” 

“You are so obvious, it’s sad,” Jeff comments finally. 

You give them both an incredulous expression, sitting up again. 

“Don’t look so shocked! You can’t seriously believe that you hide it well at all,” Gareth pipes up. 

“Hide what well?” 

“Your massive love boner for Eddie,” Gareth finally clarifies. 

You scrunch your face up at his choice of words, “Gross. I do not have a-that for…Eddie,” You whisper his name. 

“Then why are you whispering?” Jeff whispers back. 

“Because you’re both being dorks…and I have to go to the bathroom, so. Excuse me,” You lie, pushing yourself off the ground and heading towards the back of the trailer where the bathroom is. 

They both snicker as you walk away and you flip them the bird as you open the bathroom door. 

They knew you were lying. Obviously. But you didn’t think you were that obvious about it. You thought you kept your longing stares to a minimum and tried your best not to laugh too loud at Eddie’s stupid jokes. 

But he was just so nice to look at; his long, pretty hair (that was actually softer than you might expect, despite it’s frizziness), his big baby cow eyes (you swore they held entire galaxies of stars, they shined so bright sometimes), the way that if you’re looking at him from the right angle when he’s speaking, the tip of his nose wiggles slightly, and his eye lashes that were so long they kissed his cheeks! 

And you actually found him quite funny as well; he was silly with his humour, never taking anything too seriously. You couldn’t help it that you might let out obnoxious snorting laughter when he cracks a joke at the lunch table or that your gaze might linger too long or trail too far on him. 

So maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought. But how couldn’t you fall for someone like him? Someone so pretty, and funny, and kind, and sweet. 

On top of all of that, Eddie was your very first friend at Hawkins High when you moved here last September. He was the first person to show you any kindness or hospitality, so of course you sort of glommed on to him after that. 

You remember the day so vividly because of how nervous you were. Transferring schools in your final year of high school was daunting; starting from scratch so late in the game meant that people already had their established friend groups for years, and you didn’t think you would be able to weasel your way into any of the major cliques. It’s not like you really fit in anywhere at your last school, but at least you had some friends. 

On your first day, you were sitting by yourself in the cafeteria, your nose buried in The Fellowship of the Ring, when Eddie had just sidled up to your table and struck up a conversation about the book. Turns out, he was also a big Tolkien fan. 

Despite his intimidating appearance, he seemed nervous when he asked, “Would you want to maybe come sit with me and my friends?” His fingers fiddling with the chunky rings on his left hand. 

He seemed nice and you didn’t have anyone else to sit with, so you agreed. And you sat with them everyday since, becoming fast friends with the whole gang. But your were closest with Eddie; thick as thieves as they say. 

Eddie was actually the one to introduce you to DnD. You’d heard of it before, of course, but you didn’t know anyone who was as passionate about it as Eddie seemed to be (which meant he was willing to spend long hours teaching you how to play). 

He surprised you in a lot of ways; it was quite disarming how he came into your life and took up so much space in your brain. You wanted to get inside his sometimes too. Both in the same way that he was nestled into yours and in the way that meant knowing him more deeply. 

You’d become close in the last 7 months, but there was still so much you didn’t know about him. Which is part of the reason why coming to his trailer tonight excited you so much. You can really get to know someone just by examining their living space; are they clean or messy? Do they have posters on their walls or framed paintings? Something told you Eddie wasn’t the type for framed paintings. 

After splashing some cold water on your face and drying your hands (you hadn’t actually needed the bathroom, it was only a cheap excuse to get out of Gareth and Jeff’s teasing about your aforementioned love boner), you step out of the bathroom to find the living room now empty. 

They must have gone outside with the rest of the guys. 

Just as you were about to start down the hall to join them in the cool spring air, you stop. There was a door behind you, clearly Eddie’s bedroom. 

You knew it would be wrong to snoop, but you were curious. You couldn’t very well get to know him by looking at the dishes in his sink, could you?

So, with that flimsy (at best) justification, you turn around and slowly twist the handle on Eddie’s bedroom door to reveal the dimly lit room, a single lamp switched on on his nightstand, casting an orange glow across the space. 

As you suspected, no framed paintings hung on the walls. Instead, they were littered with various posters of metal bands and what appeared to be a home-made Corroded Coffin flag; a white canvas with the letters painted in thick black paint. 

The room smelled faintly of cigarettes and weed and something underneath that was much stronger; something inherently Eddie-like. 

You step inside the room, tilting the door, but not closing it completely, and reach out to thumb at the corner of the home-made flag. 

You wonder when he could have made it. You knew that Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Kenneth had been in the band together since middle school, so maybe little 12 year old Eddie had made it. 

His room was a little messy (which you’d sort of expected considering the state of his van most of the time), but not in a disgusting way; there were just things everywhere. Kind of like he’d picked things up, put them down, and then forgot they were there and just never put them away again.

He’s got a bunch of different sized amps scattered around the room, a couple in the corner, lining the walls, and another much smaller one sitting on his dresser. There are stacks of what you can only assume to be fantasy novels, a couple of smaller stacks of magazines. Next to the door, you recognize a few mechanic themed ones that your father also owns and you wonder briefly if Eddie knows how to fix cars. He’s never talked about it before, but maybe he didn’t ever think it was relevant information to share with you. 

But you think that anything Eddie-related is relevant to you. 

Wandering further into the room, Eddie’s electric guitar catches your eye immediately, mounted on his mirrored wall like it’s his most prized possession (and it most likely is). It’s a gorgeous thing really, very metal. You want to reach out and touch it, but you don’t; knowing how protective he is of it. And you didn’t want to overstep more boundaries than you already had. 

Stepping over some clothes scattered across the floor (a couple band tees and a pair of jeans), you take a seat on the side of his bed, scanning his nightstand. 

There’s an ashtray, filled almost to the brim with half-smoked cigarettes as if he hadn’t emptied it in a while, a candy wrapper or two, a small bowl filled with jewelry (mostly rings) and a couple other random items, and then your eyes land on a small blue box. 

It reads, TROJAN-ENZ LUBRICATED.

It surprises you when a flash of white hot jealousy sears your stomach for a moment (it seemed you didn’t like the thought of him like that with anyone), before fizzling out as something more interesting catches your eye. 

Near the bottom of a stack of magazines in the corner of his bedroom is what appears to be a Hawkins Middle School yearbook. Oh, you gotta see this! You’d heard from the boys that Eddie had a buzz cut back then, but you couldn’t picture him with anything but his beautiful mane of hair.

Your heart leaps in your chest as you stand from the bed and kneel in front of the stack, pulling the small yearbook out from the bottom of the pile without disturbing the other magazines.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greets from the doorway. 

“Jesus!” You gasp, whipping your head towards him as you drop the yearbook in your lap, your hand coming up to your chest. 

“Christ, you scared me!” You say as if he was the one intruding on you.

Eddie clicked his tongue, “You’re snooping?” 

Guilt melts into your bones as you respond, ashamed, “Yes…Sorry, I-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

When you don’t look convinced, he continues, stepping into the room and sitting on the edge of his bed across from you. 

“Really. I don’t mind. Snoop away. I got nothin’ to hide.” 

You’re not surprised he isn’t angry with you. He could be theatric and melodramatic at times, but never truly angry or mean. Eddie was really a big ol’ softie. 

You turn around so you’re facing him now, the yearbook now closed in your lap. 

Eddie nods to the object. 

“What’s that?” 

You glance down at it once again, a teasing smile spreading across your face as you respond, “Your middle school yearbook.” 

“Oh, great. That’s not embarrassing at allll,” He drawls sarcastically. But he’s smiling like it doesn’t actually bother him. 

“Actually, I haven’t flipped through it yet, sooo,” You reassure, but your expression is imploring, hoping he’ll give you his permission to crack it open. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Really?” You ask excitedly as you scooch over to him, placing the yearbook on the bed while you kneel on the floor beside his legs. 

“Yeah, of course, go for it.”

You smile excitedly at him and begin flipping through the pages, looking for his face. 

As you sit there in front of him, all giddy and adorable, Eddie can’t help but think oh my god, my crush is in my bedroom. 

He looks away from you for a moment, half expecting the entire room not to be there when he takes his eyes off of you. 

But then you spot the photo and you’re giggling and he’s drawn back to your pretty face immediately, lit up with glee at the sight of his buzzed head. 

You point at the photo and look up at him then. 

“Oh my god! You don’t even look like you,” You comment, bewildered, bringing the yearbook closer to your face to further inspect the photo. 

It was just a standard school photo; a black and white headshot with a plain background. But he was all cheesy grin and buzzed hair, so you were delighted by the sight of him. You wish you’d known him back then. 

“You were actually pretty adorable,” You note, face obscured by the yearbook shoved to your nose. 

Then you place it back on the bed and you’re smiling up at him from your spot on the floor and he wants to tell you how pretty he thinks you are.

Eddie smiles back down at you and you feel your heart flutter in your chest, butterflies swarming your stomach. 

“I, uh, I really like you, ya know?” He says, his dark eyes almost black in the dim of the room, but they still shine as they stare into yours. 

“Oh?” Your heart races and you can hear it in your ears as your face melts into a soft expression. 

Eddie looks down at his lap, thumbing at his skull ring repeatedly. 

“Yeah. And I, um,” He coughs lightly, “I was wondering, actually, if you maybe wanted to like go out on a date or something. And you can say no! I just think you’re really pretty and just so-”.

You cover his fidgeting hands with yours, “I’d love to.”

And now you’re both smiling at each other like lovesick fools (which you’re not ashamed to admit you are) and Eddie begins to lean down towards you and you feel your heart slamming against your ribcage, attempting to burst through your skin just so it can be closer to him. And you can feel his breath ghosting your face and-

There’s a knock on the open door.

Your attention is reluctantly drawn away from each other and towards the intruder. In the short moments before the interruption, it didn’t feel possible that anyone else existed besides the two of you. But apparently they did. 

“Are your clothes on?” Gareth asks, his left hand shielding his eyes. 

You sputter, stomach still in knots from your almost-kiss with Eddie. 

“No, we’re completely naked,” Eddie deadpans.

You feel your face warm and prickle with heat as Eddie winks at you. 

Gareth peeks through his fingers at the two of you and then removes his hand from his face completely when he sees Eddie’s claim is untrue. 

He raises his hands in defence, “Hey, just making sure. Don’t wanna walk in on anything…unsavoury.” 

“You’re unsavoury,” You bite back. 

“Okay, okay, children,” Eddie defuses, a hand on your shoulder. “What do you want, Gareth?” 

“Was gonna ask if you guys wanted to roll up with us.”

Eddie looks down at you, shrugging his shoulders, “You wanna?”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” You agree, the moment gone.

Eddie takes your hand and helps you up from his floor. 

“Sick,” Gareth says, starting out of the room as Eddie turns to you. 

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “I promise we’ll talk about our date later, okay?” as he brushes his thumb across your cheek tenderly and walks out of the room, clapping Gareth on the back as he walks ahead of him. 

You don’t know how he can do that; be so nervous one second and then so confident and slick the next. But like you said, Eddie is full of surprises. 

Gareth turns to you as you finally exit Eddie’s bedroom. 

“You get that love boner checked out?” 

Once you’re next to him in the short hallway, you shove him slightly and he stumbles a bit, but recovers quickly. 

“Shut up,” You command halfheartedly. 

Then once he’s back in step with you, “…We’re going on a date.”

“Fuck yeah,” Gareth says, shoving you back lightly. 

“Fuck yeah,” You agree, still giddy from your conversation with Eddie and the almost-kiss. 

The rest of the night is spent smoking and laughing with the guys. Kenneth stays sober to drive them all home, and at some point very late in the night, it’s just you and Eddie. 

You talk about your date, just as he promised you would, and he tells you he’s going to pick you up from your place on Friday evening. He’s going to take you to a drive-in movie, and then for milkshakes afterwards. He recognizes the cliché, but he knows you’ll love it, and when your eyes light up at the mention of movies and milkshakes, he knows he’s made the right choice. 

And then, he says, at the end of the night he’s going to drop you back at your place, walk you to the door like a proper gentlemen (because Wayne has taught him that it’s important to be chivalrous), and that’s when he’s going to kiss you for the first time. Because he wants it to be romantic and soft and sweet. Just like you. 

***

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afterglow | oliver wood x reader

song; afterglow [taylor swift] pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; fluff, angst, hurt comfort, ex2l word count; 1,8k timeline; prisoner of azkaban warnings; swearing, usual post-break up angst summary; during your relationship with oliver, your friend groups fused to form one - so, when you broke up over a deemed "petty reason" and refused to go anywhere near each other, your friends decided to do something to fix the "split custody" situation they had found themselves in

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"fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves."

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"We're children of divorce."

"Tell me about it," Faye sighed, sinking down in her seat next to Percy in the library.

"We have to do something about it," Jideofor said from his position on the floor, "It's not like they broke up because one of them cheated or - I don't know - abused the other?"

"Literally," Faye replied, "It was the pettiest fucking reason."

Penelope, sat in an armchair, looked up from her book, "They're obviously still in love with each other, too."

"What was the reason?" Percy asked, "Nobody ever told me."

"They both forgot their anniversary," Jideofor sighed, "Like, they got mad at the other for forgetting when they literally forgot themselves."

"Fucking hypocrites," Faye scoffed.

"They're both too stubborn for their own good," Penelope closed her book and placed it neatly on her lap, "So I think we ought to step in."

"Is it really any of our business, though? I mean-"

"Percy," Faye interrupted, "They expect us to separate back to two separate friend groups like we never merged - this is absolutely our business."

Percy nodded with a dramatic sigh, "Okay, what's the plan?"

***

"Y/N," Penelope said as she sat down next to you, prolonging the last vowel in your name.

"Yes?" you said absently, not even looking up from your book.

"Will you come to Hogsmeade with us this weekend?"

"Depends who's attending."

"Me, Faye, Jid and Percy."

You finally looked up from the inked pages, casting a sceptical raised eyebrow in Penelope's direction. "And Wood isn't going?"

"No, it's your turn with us, or whatever," she rolled her eyes, "Oliver is busy with quidditch, as per usual."

You hummed, "Okay, I'll come."

"You have to talk to him again eventually, you know."

"Says who?"

"Says your children who are sick of split custody."

"You aren't our children."

Penelope rolled her eyes again, "We might as well be. Point is, it's traumatising for us to not have parents who are civil with each other."

"Then why don't you tell Wood to stop acting like everything was my fault."

"It's traumatising for us to be your messengers, too."

"Fuck off, Penny," you grumbled, sinking into the armchair and delving back into your book.

***

"I thought he wasn't supposed to be coming," you snapped, staring at Oliver Wood through the window of the Three Broomsticks.

"Yeah, uh, change of plans," Faye said hurriedly, pushing you through the door and into the pub.

"He was always gonna come, wasn't he?" you sighed, watching as the boy in question went through the similar stages of grief you just did.

Faye said nothing in response, and forced you into the seat next to Oliver before sandwiching you in place by sitting on your other side. His scent swarmed up your nostrils and you couldn't help the twinge of mixed comfort and regret that formed in your heart. For so long, that smell had been a relaxer for you, a source of tranquility at the end of a hard day - now, it filled you with a strange sense of mourning.

Oliver didn't look at you.

You sighed, swirling around the liquid of the butterbeer that had been pushed over to you, too pensive to even take a sip. The conversations of the people on the table around you were mere background static as you began to feel tears threatening to spill. It didn't help that normally you would go to Oliver when you were like this.

Of course, his ability to recognise your emotions hadn't disappeared. Breaking up didn't change the fact that he knew you better than anyone else.

"Lass-" fuck, not that nickname, "-do you need to step outside?" He said it so quietly no one else heard, and your heart dropped at his caring tone.

"Don't do this to me, Oliver," you choked out silently, "I can't." You lifted your butterbeer to your lips and gulped some down, swallowing your tears with it and straightening your back.

You heard him sigh beside you.

***

"Oh my Merlin!" Jideofor exclaimed, "Look at all the new sweets!" He was gazing at Honeyduke's new assortment through the shop window. "Can we go in?" he was looking in Oliver's direction.

The Gryffindor quidditch captain shrugged, "Ask your mother."

You had been taking the back of the group as you walked, and had only now caught up to them.

"Y/N, can we go in?"

"Ask your father," you said, irritably, as you needed to piss from the multiple butterbeers you downed. You wished they were actually alcoholic.

"I did. He told me to ask you."

You side-eyed Oliver. "You can go in for the time it takes me to go to the toilet. Then we're going back."

You watched as all the group except Oliver and Percy rushed into the sweet shop.

"Why do they act like such children?" the latter grumbled, before following them into Honeyduke's.

Oliver turned to you, observing as you watched your shared friends through the glass.

"We're not being fair to them," you said with a hint of melancholy to your tone.

He let out a half-forced laugh, "You actually sound like a woman talking to her ex-husband about their kids."

"Aren't I?" you said somewhat jokingly - though Oliver could sense the depressing undertone.

"You broke up with me," he reminded.

"I can't take all the blame."

He chewed on his lip, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for forgetting our anniversary. I've been so consumed with quidditch lately since it's my last chance to win the Quidditch Cup - I didn't mean to neglect you," he let out a breath, "But don't act like you didn't forget too."

"I've been so busy studying for my NEWTs," you lamented, "I'm a Ravenclaw - people expect so much from me! But... I- I'm sorry too. NEWTs weren't more important than you... they still aren't."

The last three words Oliver almost didn't hear, as you lowered your volume when you spoke them. He sighed, "Quidditch has never been more important to me than you."

You heard laughter echo from within the shop: your friends, clearly having made a stellar joke that got even Percy giggling.

"I still need the toilet," you said, walking away from Oliver slowly, finally letting your tears spill once your back was facing him.

***

"Hey," Oliver said softly, catching your attention in the hidden corner of the library you were sat in.

You put down the book on potions you had been reluctantly reading, and couldn't help but have flashbacks of your Hogsmeade conversation as you looked at his face. After going to the toilet that day, you hadn't had another moment alone with him, and (if you were honest) you had partly been responsible for ensuring that.

Oliver sat down opposite you on the table, letting his bag drop to the ground with a soft thud.

"Can I give something to you?" he asked.

With a cautious sigh, you nodded.

He fished around in his bag for a few moments, before pushing a small wrapped parcel in your direction. You glanced at him carefully, making him gesture for you to open it - slowly, you obliged.

The brown paper revealed a small box, which you carefully opened to see a little figurine buried in packaging paper for cushioning. Upon digging it out and examining it closely, you realised that it was of a miniature broom with two riders on it: the one on the front of the broom was a boy with brown hair, and the one behind him - with her arms wrapped around his - was a girl with hair matching yours. The boy was in red robes and the girl was in blue.

"I know it's a bit late, but I still wanted to get you something for our anniversary," he said, watching nervously as you stared at the gift.

A tear was rolling down your cheek before you could stop it.

"Ollie," your voice cracked as you spoke, "You really make this hard for me, don't you?"

"Why do we have to remain broken up?" he asked, his lower lip plump from chewing on it.

You began searching in your own bag as you processed the question he had just asked you, finally pulling out a book.

Quidditch: A Wizard's First Love.

"It's- it's nothing compared to your gift, but I- while we were in Hogsmeade, I saw this in the bookstore and it made me think of you - I couldn't help but buy it."

You pushed the leather-bound book across the table, and Oliver picked it up carefully, a smile itching on to his face.

"Not my greatest love, though," he said quietly, but in that section of the library you would have heard a pin drop.

You fiddled with your thumbs as he skimmed his eyes over the blurb.

"Thank you, lass, I'll read it as soon as possible."

Then his hands were wiping the tears off your cheeks, as he smiled down at you softly.

"Can I be your boyfriend again? Please?"

With a small sob, you nodded, allowing your foreheads to fall against each other's as you enjoyed his warmth and scent.

Fuck, you had missed him so much.

***

"Y/N!" Penelope exclaimed, making everyone's attention turn towards you.

You gave your friend group a warm smile as the Summer breeze tickled your cheeks. They were scattered around a tree by the Black Lake, some reading, some working, some chatting: you were the last member of the group to arrive.

"I was worried you wouldn't come," Faye said, glancing towards Oliver, who was sat against the large tree trunk with the book you gave him in his hands.

You gave her a light chuckle, "Of course I came." You then moved to sit beside your boyfriend, him greeting you with a peck to the lips.

The others watched the exchange in amazement.

"You made up?" Jideofor asked, his face stretched in a grin.

You felt heat rush to your ears as you nodded.

Cheers erupted from the people surrounding you, and you felt the vibrations of Oliver's laughter when he placed his arm around your shoulders.

"Thank fuck," Penelope sighed, "We no longer have the trauma of divorced parents."

"We aren't your parents," you retorted.

Everyone around you gave you a sceptical look, including Oliver.

"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side," you said to him somewhat bitterly.

"I can still admit when you're wrong, lass."

"I'm never wrong."

"You sure?" your faces were getting closer, and as your lips were about to touch you heard a groan from beside you.

It was Percy. "Didn't miss the PDA," he said with disgust lacing his face.

"Oh, fuck off," Oliver replied, kissing you anyway.

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written; 10/09/2022 —> 07/10/2022 published; 08/10/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid

#oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x you #oliver wood x y/n #ravenclaw reader #penelope clearwater #original characters #angst #fluff #hurt comfort #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #hp #hp oneshot

[ohbo-ohno]

i hate typin long words sometimes its hard to rlly explain but bc of college too i just found it sm more easier to cut out certain vowels w words (it drives my friends insane sometimes esp when i send a message nd its so full of typos bc i thought itd b funny to turn off autocorrect ?? like no.. i am not gna type out certain words.. so used to it by now

on that note, reader ignoring the txts from ghoap bc shes upset at them nd it isn’t even abt getting kidnapping. like they did smth to upset her and they’re jumpin hoops tryin to figure out what they did 😭 can imagine johnny just being pouty bc they’re away at their job and whinin to ghost and ghost just “>:(“ bc how dare u ignore them..

i love it lol. i have like at least one spelling mistake in every message i send to someone, i end up getting texts from friends that are like "wtf did you just try and say" cause im too excited to send the fucking message to bother rereading. you're relatable as hell.

two ways you can go with this in my head

(a) you're mad at both of them, but you absolutely refuse to tell them why. it should be obvious and quite frankly in your mind it's worse that they don't even know. leaves them pulling their hair out. but this is your first argument as a couple that doesn't center around the whole kidnapping thing so they're trying to like actually work through it lmao. ends with johnny laying himself over you and whining while you just stick your nose in the air and cross your arms. simon tries to be all soft, thinks maybe if he's nice it'll tempt you to tell him. strokes up and down your side, nose in your hair, says a whole bunch of pretty words. you are not fooled lol. they get it out of you after a few rounds of frankly exhausting sex that night lol

(b) you're mad at just one of them. if you're mad at just johnny, simon gets sooooooo cocky. tugs you into his arms, mimics all the ways johnny usually touches you just to drive it home in johnny's head that he's not touching you. keeps you glued right to his lap and tells you you can tell me love, we can make sure he apologizes properly together. make sure mean johnny never hurts you again, hm? and johnny is a mix of pouting and pissed across the couch. if you're mad at just simon, johnny will join in with you. he'll throw an arm over your shoulder and just start making shit up lmao, start saying simon's done all this shit that he hasn't just because it's fun to team up with you on something. you're actually mad but johnny is mostly trying to goad ghost into really good sex. this has a very interesting result that night lol

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh

[dayurno]

do u have any thoughts on kevin day and pet names…… unfortunately i can never quite picture him using them in my own writing but every time someone else writes him saying them im like Yeah :))) ultimately i think he would just steal whatever his partner calls him mostly but im curious to hear ur opinions on this topic dr dayurno

DR. DAYURNO well i have them in the sense that i don't think kevin would use them....... i think at best you can convince him of a nickname of some kind (re: nicky and not nicholas, thea instead of theodora, matt instead of matthew) but it has to be 1. widespread 2. not something you come up with just for him. these are real rules he would set. for example i don't think you could waterboard a 'jer' for jeremy out of kevin. he'd say 'drew' only very severely drunk or very severely tired and it's less of a nickname and more of a slurring :)

the thing about kevin that i really believe is that he just has the teacher's temperament and especially the teacher's voice so i can't see him using nicknames because the way i hear it in my mind's voice he's really bodying those syllables when he says someone's name. do you understand what i mean. i think kevin speaks clearly and at length like he's giving a lesson at all times so of course he's using full names. i need an hour long clip of him just pronouncing names from the trilogy. nathaniel. theodora. moreau. nicholas. tetsuji. UGH!!!!!!!!!! i know he's bodying those vowels

i will say though i think it can depend on the context! while i can't see it being used in common day to day conversation there are special moments where kevin day's glacial heart is known to thaw a little. this has nothing to do with my own desire for him to call jean sweet boy

#asks #kevin #kevin is seriously sooooooooo annoying i love him but come on. would it kill you to say baby #in my kerejean jeremy is always calling him pet names and kevin calls him by his first name like its jeremys funeral #hes NOT hearing it for the boy. hes NOT giving the boy a hand at all #anyway hes terrible hes really awful kevin is not the kind of person who should date anyone #its hard being this beautiful

[tackytigerfic]

Weekly WIP Snip

Hello tumblr friends, i am sort of taking a break so i have missed loads of nice things but i did get to queue up some amazing wip snips today so feeling v inspired by all the brilliant stuff people have going on atm. If anyone feels like sharing a snip please consider yourself tagged and please tag me, it's such a pleasure to get to catch up on things when i do get on here, and i miss so much! I am sharing a snip from my eternally ongoing long Voldemort-wins AU. This one is taken from... a Wolfstar smut scene? Who even am I? Fair warning i have never really read or written this ship before. Also v rough and unedited. Figuring it out as i go tbh. Sirius and Remus are still alive and are father figures to Harry. In this scene, Remus is taking a break 😏 from research and training (they're all trying to help Harry get ready to fight Voldemort).

“It’s too hot for clothes,” Sirius said. He kissed Remus one more time, lips brushing through the thick hair below Remus's navel, and knelt up in the bed so he could get his arms around Remus’s neck. Then they were kissing, Sirius’s mouth still tasting faintly of toothpaste. He was greedy already, chasing for more when Remus tried to move them both further up the bed, his mouth opening hot, breath coming fast.

“If it’s too hot for clothes,” Remus said into Sirius’s neck, “it’s too hot for this.”

“Shut up,” Sirius said, smiling, and stroked Remus’s cheek. “We can take a cold bath after.”

He used the short “ah” sound when he said the word bath, a far cry from the days when Remus used to tease him about his posh accent, the long vowels so different from Remus’s own. Remus didn’t think he’d even noticed that he did it, this tiny dialectal quirk plucked out of Remus’s own mouth and used so naturally, as though Sirius had never been brought up in a grand London townhouse by a woman who overpronounced her Hs.

“Can we, indeed?” Remus answered, nosing along Sirius’s palm, following it with a gentle bite to Sirius’s wrist. “Anyway, I thought you were tired. You were asleep.”

“You are driving me mad,” Sirius told him quietly, and quick as a flash he wriggled out of Remus’s grasp and pushed him backwards, looking down at him in satisfaction for one moment where he lay sprawled back against the pillows, then straddled him, pinning him down into the tangled sheet that was still warm from Sirius’s body.

“Alright,” Remus said, feeling his breath coming quicker at the weight of Sirius above him.  “Tell me what you want.”

“Here,” Sirius said, and plucked at Remus's lower lip, sliding two fingers into his mouth, letting them rest on his tongue. “Suck.”

I'm tagging the people whose snips i was reading and some others who i know are writing, just in case you fancy sharing more! i live in hope! (no pressure though 😅) @citrusses @epitomereally @fluxweeed @lastontheboat @maesterchill @moonflower-rose @skeptiquewrites @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @thehoneybeet @wolfpants @writcraft

#wolfstar #i feel like i should have a question mark after that #IS THIS WOLFSTAR #do i know what i'm doing #no i do not #it's still a drarry fic lmao #mild smut? #is it even? #the prelude to smut?

[krikeymate]

So I've had this idea for a while and wanted to share it with you, but I'm kind of a noob when it comes to tumblr lol. Feel free to ignore this if it's bad or if I sent this to the wrong place 😅

I've had this headcanon since I've started obsessing over the Scream franchise that the Carpenter household was a Spanish-speaking one. I mean, Melissa speaks Spanish and Jenna's Mexican/Puerto Rican I think, so this could be canon if they decided to expand more on Christina and Dad Carpenter (now DC if I ever return to your asks lol I'm kind of embarrassed).

Growing up, the Carpenter sisters were taught Spanish by both DC and their mom. They didn't want them to grow up not knowing Spanish, what they both speak, so they strictly spoken Spanish while Sam and Tara would learn English at school.

While Sam succeeded quickly in learning English, Tara was stumped because "why the frick does the letter J make that sound in English? What the heck are elongated vowels? Why does Sam laugh whenever I pronounce certain things?"

All in all, Tara had a rough time.

Sam tried to help wherever she could, but they would end up play fighting and forgetting about Tara's homework.

When DC left, Tara was left all alone to work on her English. Sam stayed out later and later, and Tara thinks she's avoiding her. Christina barely gives her the time of day anymore, only going off in her mother tongue when Tara finally annoys her too much.

All alone in this journey, Tara suffers through her learning. It didn't help that she became the butt of the joke for a long time in school for muttering to herself before shouting out the answers in class.

She just feels left out. Even more when Sam ups and leaves, and Christina finally falls into a bottle.

Post 5 & 6 headcanons to tag onto this one lol:

Tara used to call Sam her guerrera fuerte (strong warrior), but now she sticks with either Sam or Sammy. Sam still has a lot of nicknames for Tara in Spanish, but the ones she regularly uses are chiquita (little one), corazón (heart), and cielo (sky, or it means they're your "whole world")

When she's exhausted, Sam will slip and speak in Spanish

Tara, being the pent-up and angry bean she is, yells in Spanish whenever she's frustrated. She doesn't notice sometimes after she's forgotten what she's angry about, but Sam is always willing to communicate with her excited sister

(Some of Sam's eagerness to talk to Tara is to prove they're the better sibling pair. Mindy and Chad have an advantage to the bet by being twins, but they're no match for Sam and Tara. Tara has no idea this bet is going on. Kirby is the referee.)

Sometimes Tara crawls into Sam's bed and tucks herself into her side. Sam, even if she was dead asleep, will always turn and wrap her sister in a tight hug. She sings Tara to sleep using a Spanish lullaby DC used to sing whenever Tara had a nightmare or became fussy

Sam and Tara talk smack about Gale to her face in Spanish. Gale learns Spanish to spite them

(They refused to admit they panicked when Gale all of a sudden knew Spanish and ran away laughing. Gale wants to adopt those two kids.)

Tara is a HEAVY Spanglish user because she's lazy, and she still never really bothered to properly learn English. That's why whenever she's talking to someone in English, she'll trail of and eventually go silent. She forgot the word she wanted to say in English...

Sam finds it hilarious and teases Tara whenever that happens, which is often

Sam and Tara are forced to listen to Chad and Mindy absolutely butcher their first language while trying to learn it. They stop trying

Sorry if this was too long haha, I got excited while writing this!!

I really really really love this!!!! More of an exploration of their roots both in and out of canon is something I would love to see. I've thought about trying to add some Spanish language into my work previously, but I decided against it because I know I would only butcher it, as it's not a language or culture I'm familiar with.

I hope you do return to my inbox, you've clearly got some awesome ideas to share!! I LOVE ALL OF THIS.

Their first language being Spanish and only learning English through school is such a really cool idea. Especially if you combine it with my idea that Tara ends up starting school a year later than she should, it could help explain why she struggles even more in that initial period. It would probably be quite hard for Sam to relate to Tara's struggles as well, because she'll end up having 6 or so years of learning English over her sister, and by then she's fluent and has forgotten how hard it is in the beginning. And if Tara's got learning difficulties? Oof. God knows I was never capable of learning a second language - not everybody can! Sam sees Tara getting frustrated when she speaks to her in English, and always quickly gives in, switching back to Spanish and distracting her instead.

I have no comments on the rest because it's all so so so perfect. A thousand kisses for you.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter

[rottenpumpkin13]

More unprompted Zack angst—Zangst.

Zack can't sit still during a meeting.

Sephiroth says it's the sugary soda, and Genesis says it's the chronic boredom. Angeal reprimands his insolence and tells him to sit still.

None of them know that Zack can't contain the anxiety that's telling his body to move, to act, to be anywhere but in his own skin.

Genesis likes to use big words. Sephiroth says he tries too hard to appear intelligent.

"What's car-tharsis?" Zack asks in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

Sephiroth and Genesis share a smile, a wordless exchange.

'Oh puppy, so naive and clueless,' they probably think, not knowing that their immediate laughter relieved him of having to sit through a fight.

The other SOLDIERs in his class come back from a mission covered in dirt, blood, and complaints they wrap themselves in like armor. Zack sits in the helicopter hearing about their gripes with each other and whoever was in charge of comm back at the base.

Zack's leg won't quit shaking and he displays an aggravating nonchalance to the other SOLDIERs.

"I bet you have no complaints, huh?" One of the boys sneer. "Hewley must love that about you. No wonder he gives you special treatment."

Zack keeps quiet. He doesn't see the point in replying, just as he knows complaining about his broken wrist will only add to the negativity in the helicopter.

It's just a bone. It can heal. The pain is surface level.

"Did you dream of becoming a hero when you were a kid?" He asks Sephiroth out of the blue one day.

Sephiroth puts his book down. "No, never."

Zack nods, now uncomfortable with the way Sephiroth watches his every move. Zack pulls a book from the shelf, pretending to inspect its contents as a cover for what he's truly thinking.

The library is vacant save for a few suits and a turk sleeping at one of the tables.

"But you built your self-worth on top of that, right?" Zack pushes.

Sephiroth closes his book, visibly taking a moment to reflect on the question. "Being a hero, you mean? Not exactly. In truth, it's not something I ever took the time to think about."

Zack keeps his attention fixed on every word, which then forces Sephiroth to shrug and sigh pensively.

"But if I had to attribute my own worth to something, my accomplishments wouldn't be tied to it."

Zack slips the book back onto the shelf. "Because it's not the accomplishments that make a hero, right?"

"Correct." Sephiroth opened his book again, a silent way of telling him he had nothing else to say.

Zack's shoulder slump. As he leans against the bookshelf, he starts to let himself ease into his thoughts.

"You know," Sephiroth speaks up. "If you ask Genesis and Angeal, you'll get wildly differing answers."

Zack hums. "I know, I did. Angeal said it's honor and integrity. Genesis says raw ability and prowess." He looked up tentatively. "What about you? What do you think makes a hero?"

Sephiroth cracks a minuscule smile. "I suppose long ago I would've said it's a combination of all four."

"And now?"

Sephiroth looks away. "Now I know that there is no straight answer. There are many facets to heroism, Zack. Bravery, conviction, personal sacrifice...." He shrugs. "It all plays a part in the bigger picture."

Zack is unblinking and hyper-focused on every word Sephiroth gifts him, drinking in every vowel like a dehydrated man would a bottle of water.

Sephiroth is almost afraid to ask: "Why do you wish to know?"

Zack's answer is a quick-fired bullet.

"So I know when to stop." In the same breath and beat, Zack snaps his head toward another bookshelf. His grin is wide. "Hey, do you think they have comic books? I'll go check! BRB!"

Zack runs off, leaving Sephiroth haunted by words he isn't sure whether he truly heard or imagined.

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #zack fair #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #writing

[emabatis]

WIP Extract

I was tagged by @ahordeofwasps. Thank you! Here's a long-ish one from the Icy Wip:

It wasn’t that Dahlia was bad with words, it was just that she was bad with words on paper. Very few of them looked at all like how they sounded, and the rest looked miserable in a way she couldn’t understand, so she got caught in the letters as individuals, and not as parts of a word, and once she got the word together, she thought of the words as individuals, and not as parts of a sentence. Words were much better suited to sound, in Dahlia’s opinion.

For example, Mother liked to use the word “gaunt,” usually to describe herself and Dahlia. Dahlia had never looked it up in the dictionary or asked what it meant, but she had a good idea based on how it sounded. The dull “G” and the crisp ending “T” that was usually dulled to a “D” in other words, but in this case was too dramatic not to enunciate - they were the same beginning and ending consonants as “ghost.” The “aun,” with the “au” sound making her widen her mouth and hollow her cheeks out just a bit, the vowel looming somewhere in the back of her throat, a bit too close to her nose, then closing before they could get too long with that non-sound “N.” It was definitely a bony word, or hollow then sharp, like a cave.

I'm no-pressure tagging @sarandipitywrites @lettylikestowrite @simonnebethel and anyone else who wants to participate!

#my fiction #writeblr #excerpts #the icy wip #writing #writers on tumblr #lit fic

[skepticbeliever-bookclub]

Hello shippers and & readers!

After a little bit of a post-long read break, our cycle had come to an end and because of that, we declared a Raffle Winner. One of the three-placement prizes is to select our theme an the winner chose "Fics that take place outdoors!" With a lovely and meaty list of some of our faves, we chose one that really takes the relationship our favourite pair has with the outdoors and the charming insular world they tend to share together. That was stay with me, go places by beethechange.

The book club agreed that, as one of those fics inspired by a few conversations in our own chat, this fic signified a very fond moment in our history as a shyan server. Moreso that it treats us to drinking games, a little shared smoke and speculating on a future they could share under the trees and stars

Rating: E

Summary:

“Never have I ever,” Shane says, feeling his way delicately around the syllables, making nice with all the consonants and vowels, “hooked up with a friend at a wedding.”

Neither of them drinks. Neither of them breathes, either.

Ryan wants to curl in on himself, to kick his feet and pound on the wood of the pier. He wants to throw his head back and yell up to the sky. The shock, the pure adrenaline of the sudden turn this night has taken, has punched right through the chill of his high.

Instead he presses his fingernails into the palms of his hands, giddy and terrified, and asks, “Why, do you want to?”

Book Club Thoughts

when i was thinking outdoor fics, this was one of the first that came to mind tbh!! i love the idea of the national parks being like shane's church and finally a place to get An Authentic Emotion from him [the author's] fics have a way of dragging all your thoughts and fears to the surface with them, and then making something revelatory, and this one is a prime example of that. they're both so like that. shane says marriage is a scam because he thinks he can't marry ryan. ryan thinks it won't be worth it to date men because he thinks he can't date shane. but both of them are feeling more than they know what to do with. i think one of my favourite things about this fic, actually, is the way [the author] plays with these flaws they both have - ryan's anxiety about not meeting societal expectations which leads him to have a bit of a selfish spiral about himself, and shane's repression and fear of reaching out for the thing he wants because it might burn him in the process shane preferring to "joke" about marrying ryan instead of just admitting his feelings because he's so afraid of what he thinks is the inevitable fall out it seems like he'd rather start the vulnerability after they're literally legally bound every single thing about the dock scene makes me feel insane. it’s the way that shane knows when ryan needs to get out of there for a bit and is ready to let ryan talk about it if he wants to and then when he doesn’t he’s ready to distract him. and the way that the game of never have i ever slowly starts to shift until ryan’s basically asking to be kissed and the shotgunning WOOF.

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