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blissful-simp · 1 year
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Hm🧐 so they did a Best of Sarah Hadland who (while she's a good actress, don't get me wrong) was more of a supporting actress than a front runner and a Best of Rowan Atkinson who was only in one episode before they did a Best of Jalaal Hartley who started the show in series 4 before becoming a main actor in series 6 and 7. They also don't have Richard or Naz who were front runners in their own right or Lolly who was a support actress in the later series🧐🧐
The HH YouTube channel sure does love white people🫡🫢
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beautyarchive · 2 years
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Al’s heart belongs to Morwenna.
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milliondollarbaby87 · 6 months
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Love at First Sight (2023) Review
When Hadley Sullivan misses her flight from New York to London, for her father’s wedding she meets Oliver Jones and the pair really do have a spark between them. As they begin to fall for one another, but the chances of finding each other again are rather slim! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Untitled
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wornoutspines · 10 months
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Love at First Sight | Trailer
The first trailer for #LoveAtFirstSight is out and it looks interesting, but I thought it was Zoey Deutch in the lead, I did not recognize Haley Lu Richardson #NetflixFilms #HaleyLuRichardson #BenHardy #JenniferESmith #bookadaptation #movietrailer
Writer: Katie Lovejoy (Screenplay), Jennifer E. Smith Director: Vanessa Caswill Stars: Haley Lu Richardson, Ben Hardy, Rob Delaney, Jameela Jamil, Dexter Fletcher Premires September 15 on Netflix If you want to support this site, help by getting me coffee from the link below:
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willstafford · 1 year
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Ideal Home Truths
HOME, I’M DARLING The Alexandra Theatre, Birmingham, Tuesday 25th April 2023 Married couple Johnny and Judy live their lives as though it’s the 1950s.  They’ve done the house up in period style, all the furniture is authentic, and of course, so are their clothes.  A bit like Ibsen’s A Doll’s House in reverse, Judy has given up her career in finance to become a housewife, while Johnny goes off…
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Since Puzzle Pieces is a favorite piece of mine from your writing could you dk like a mini side story about reader and mafia!miguel raising a family together especially with reader navigating finding herself
MORE SIDE CONTENT!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO
Warning: Minors DNI, some smut, mentions of sex, mentions of murder, mentions of bullying
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"Mama, mama, mama! Wanna play at park, please, please, please?!"
Unable to resist the adorable look your oldest son was giving you, you caved.
"Alright, sweetie. Why don't you pick out an outfit while I call daddy to let him know, okay?"
You smiled brightly as the toddler cheered before running off to his room. It has been a few years into your relationship with Miguel and you couldn't be happier. The two of you had three beautiful children...and counting according to Miguel.
Your oldest son, Gabriel, was four; the second child, Gabriella, was two; and the last child, Kron, was only a few months old.
Humming lowly as you took your two youngest children to your room, you placed them on the bed before calling Miguel. Ever since your children were born, Miguel took extra caution whenever you would go out.
It was thanks to an incident when you and Lyla went out for some clothes shopping when Gabriel was about five months old. One of the other mafia families had the nerves to kidnap the three of you for ransom. Miguel did not take it lightly and ended up killing that new form mafia family.
"Hey, Miggy, I'm taking the kids to the park. Little Gabriel was just too cute to say no too," You said with a giggle.
"Aye, mi amor (my love), you must show some restraint with him."
"I know, I know."
"I'll send some men over. How are you doing today?" Miguel asked, wanting to make sure his wife was in good health.
"I'm okay, Migs-"
"AHHHHH PLEASE!"
"Are you okay? Another mafia group bothering you?" You asked after hearing the screams in the background. Miguel just chuckled softly,
"Not reason a bother, more like an insect. But don't worry, mi amor, they will be squashed in a moment. After I'm done here, I should be able to go home early."
"Maybe you could join us at the park, hehe," You said with a smile as you finished changing Gabriella.
"Daddy!"
"Yes, Gabi, your daddy might join us~"
"Now I have to finish early. I'll see you soon."
With that, Miguel hung up. You continued to change your youngest before laughing at how Gabriel dressed. Once finished, you had to fix your oldest clothing. With the three finally ready to go, you waited for Migue's men to appear.
You loved Miguel. He was still ever so kind and gentle with you. Your stuttering had calmed down with his help, although, you do get the occasional nerves, especially with new people. If anything, your children were the biggest reason for you to try and get better.
You wanted them to look up to you. Miguel was not only a powerful mafia boss, which the kids won't know about, but also one of the world's most powerful CEO. Compared to Miguel, you were just a small little bunny.
The thought made you sorrow. You wanted to do something with your life as well, but what? You've spent a good portion being bullied and ridiculed by both your parents and your ex boyfriend. Hell, if it wasn't for Miguel, you might not be here.
"Mama, the Peters are here!" Gabriel cheered.
Chuckling lowly towards your son's cute group name, you opened the door for the Peters. Jessica was there as well and greeted you and the small children.
"Hey, how's everything going?" You asked, wanting to get your mind off of your failures.
"Good. My kid's causing a ruckus in school every now and then. Wished, he got more of his father than me," She said with a laugh.
"Awe, I don't even want to think about sending Gabriel to school. I'll miss him too much!"
"Girl, with how Miguel is, he'll give you another baby." Jessica said with a wide smirk causing you to blush.
Miguel would.
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You were tired. You were sitting on one of the park benches, watching Kron as your other two children played. The Peters were watching the two children like a hawk while Jessica helped you with your youngest. Even with the help, you felt drained from other parents watching you.
It brought you back into your thoughts of what you wanted to do with your life. You had been through so much trauma that you could write a book, but would anyone read it? Would it be too depressing for other people?
"Excuse me, are all these men with you? You're making the other parents feel uncomfortable," A woman spoke while approaching both you and Jessica.
"O-Oh," You flinched, "S-Sorry...um-"
"Her husband worries a lot. They are her and her children's bodyguards, do mind yours." Jessica huffed.
"Well, it's still making everyone uncomfortable!"
You felt your heart sink. You couldn't even stand up for yourself against other parents. What were you going to do when your children went to school?
"My apologies, then perhaps we shall find another park for our children to play at."
Miguel placed his hand against your back, smiling casually towards the irate woman. It was instant that the parents gasped upon realizing who Miguel was. They immediately said it was fine as people tried to approach Miguel.
"And here we go," Miguel said with a heavy sigh. You smiled towards your husband,
"I'm sure the kids played enough for today,"
"DADDY!!!!"
"See?" You giggled as the two children ran towards Miguel.
Miguel laughed as he picked up his children. His loving gaze towards his family made you swell with joy. As long as Miguel supports whatever you want to do, you will be happy. Hell, knowing Miguel, he would make everyone in his mafia to buy your book, puzzle or whatever you do.
"Ready to go home?" Miguel asked his kids. They whined in response, "Mommy and Daddy have important work to do."
You felt your cheeks warm up as you looked at Miguel in protest. Using sex as an excuse for important work was going to get old eventually. You whined in turn as your children agreed to Miguel's ridiculous lie.
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"Tell me, (Y/N), what's been on your mind lately?" Miguel asked with a hum as he pressed your body against the bed, his cock reaching the deepest part of your gummy walls.
"M-Miggy, n-no fair," You whined as he held your legs over his shoulders, "I-I can't think...l-like this."
"Sure you can,"
With a thrust of his hips, you gasped and moaned his name. Your body melting against his touch and pussy clenching around his dick. No matter how many times Miguel would fuck you, it still brought you to nirvana each time.
Whimpering as Miguel's thrusts grew faster and rougher, you couldn't hold your voice back. You arched your back, whining and moaning as Miguel slapped against that sweet spot of yours.
"There's my little bunny. Wanna tell me what's wrong, amor?" Miguel whispered in your ear as he pressed you into mating position.
"Mhm~" You wanted to protest, but how could you? "I-I...ah~ I want...t-to do something...mhm~ with my l-life-"
"Amor,"
Miguel whispered softly, pulling you in for a kiss as you confessed. His thrusts were slow and sweet as he held you closely.
"Hah~ Ah~ M-Maybe...I...I could w-write a b-book."
"I'll support whatever you do, (Y/N). Just say the word and it's yours."
"Mhm~"
You wrapped your arms around Miguel as the two of you continued your 'important work'.
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Once all of your children were asleep, you sat in the living room, typing away on a laptop Miguel bought for you. Miguel approached you from behind, placing a cup of hot tea on the table. You smiled as he took his spot beside you, kissing your shoulder.
"Have you decided what you want to do?" Miguel asked softly. You rested your head against his,
"Well, I want to write about what I went through. Maybe...it will help other people try and get out of their similar fate....and I want to make learning puzzles for kids."
"Hm, seems like my wife has a busy schedule ahead of her." Miguel's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, "Just let me know and I'll help anyway I can."
"Thank you, Miguel." You titled your head and kissed him sweetly, "I love you."
"I love you more,"
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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:
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also, on the subject of sam winchester's two canonical obsessions (serial killers and esoteric podcasts):
wouldn't it be funny if sam and jess met at like. true crime trivia night at their local dive bar. and they get put on the singles team with other people who came without an established trivia team, but it becomes pretty clear pretty quick that they're gonna be the stars of this show.
jess raised on a steady diet of pulp crime paperbacks and crime reporting television, who has all kinds of gory shit rattling around in her head, who can identify what hideous once-in-a-century murder is depicted in grainy grayscale crime scene photos in under thirty seconds, who can quote verbatim from over two dozen ransom notes, who's obsessed with people who disappeared mysteriously, never to be seen or heard from again. and sam, who's been raised... well, who's been raised the way he's been raised.
they get on like a house on fire. (the irony of that is lost on both of them.)
finally, somebody who doesn't think it's weird to have real theory about what happened to the sodder children, none of that sicilian mafia nonsense. someone who can speak intelligently about the prevalence of killings in national parks and protected forests. someone whose eye will snag on headlines like "couple found slain; county sheriff to hold conference today" and "charred corpse still unidentified" and flip through to find whatever column inches have been allotted to the day's worst happenings. someone who can name drop cold cases and milk carton kids like a memorized major league roster -- the boy in the box, the babes in the woods, the lyon girls, the des moines register newspaper boys; angie samota, bobby dunbar, alfred beilhartz, charley ross, dorothy ann distelhurst, everett ruess, glen and bessie hyde, marjorie west.
(jess who's so hyped to show sam an article she found about the twentieth anniversary of a mysterious fire where a young mother died and her two young children vanished, presumably with her husband in the aftermath. "isn't that crazy?" she tells him, brandishing a xerox, all cheshire-cat meet-in-the-back-of-her-head grin. "they had the same last name as you!"
"crazy," sam echos and stares down at the blurry black-and-white photo of a house he barely remembers.)
lifelong true crime junkie jessica moore and lifelong true crime victim sam winchester.
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recycledmoviecostumes · 3 months
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This purple coat with leather collar was created for Lily James to wear as Elizabeth Bennet in the 2016 adaptation of the Seth Grahame-Smith novel Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. The coat was seen again in the 2019 eighth season of Horrible Histories, where it appeared on Jessica Ransom as Mary Shelley in The Romantic Poets Song. Finally in 2022 it was spotted in the second season of Sanditon, where it was worn by worn by Charlotte Spencer as Esther Denham.
Costume Credit: Anne81
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tybaltsjuliet · 11 months
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fake disney remakes by year: snow white, 1937
blanche snow has been bringing a smile and a song to a depressed america since she was a child. gracious to a fault and sweet as pie, she’s adored by her audiences, her co-stars, and her studio alike. even the gossip columnist flo prince, whose pen is as a dagger in the hearts of leading players and studio execs everywhere, can’t help but love her.
but there’s one person who doesn’t appreciate seeing blanche’s face beaming out at her from a magazine or a poster: her stepmother, hildy la verne. once upon a time, hildy was the uncontested queen of the silver screen, but the talkies cramped her over-the-top style, and the studios got tired of hushing up her scandals - like the mysterious death of her last husband.
when blanche is cast in a sound remake of one of hildy’s old films, she hits her breaking point. she doesn’t believe blanche when she swears that she tried to talk the studio out of it, and what was once an ordinary dislike of the girl turns into pure poison.
hildy hires the gangster “doc” diamante to get rid of blanche for good, promising a queen’s ransom for getting the job done. but doc and his fellas aren’t nearly as bad as they’d like people to think they are - and they love blanche’s movies. so it’s not difficult for her to come out the other side with seven new bodyguards and a safe place to hide from her stepmother.
meanwhile, blanche’s disappearance has become the talk of hollywood. flo is convinced that hildy was involved, and he’s determined not to let her get away with it... but she’s proving a lot more dangerous than he thought she was.
feat. rachel zegler as blanche snow, freddy carter as flo prince, jessica chastain as hildy la verne, and steve buscemi as “doc” diamante.
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levans44 · 7 months
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requests are currently open. feel free to use any of these prompts or ur own!
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Apartment #3 pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America. excerpt: Jessica Grace Parker December 4th, 1989 569 Leaman Place Apt. #3, Brooklyn, NY 11201 Registered Nurse NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital It’s the undercover alias she’s been assigned as a member of SHIELD’s Special Operations unit. The mission objective was rather simple—monitor the target and report updates as necessary. She’s gone undercover more than a dozen times, so it’s not the details of the assignment or the temporary relocation she’s concerned about. It’s just that her target was well… more unusual than most. author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity. masterlist
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(cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar pairing: steve rogers x reader warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort summary: running a tiny bakery cafe offers little surprise to a creature of habit like her. …that is, until Captain America asks her for a coffee recommendation. aka the Steve Rogers coffee shop AU no one asked for word count: 8,862 (complete) masterlist
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Damage Control pairing: steve rogers x SHIELD agent!reader warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff, mentions of violence, accidents, family member death summary: Working under SHIELD’s Damage Control division, she was used to handling shitty situations: wrecked buildings, stranded helicarriers, and alien hostages, to name a few. But a one-night stand with Captain America? Definitely not one of ‘em. word count: 49,821 (in progress) masterlist
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Steve Rogers: One-shots
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Strawberries & Cream pairing: steve rogers x reader warnings: 18+ SMUT, oral sex, deepthroat, light temperature and food play, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of fluff word count: 3,092 (one-shot) summary: steve finds you seeking late-night solace in a tub of strawberry ice cream. you decide you want to indulge yourself in more ways than one that night. excerpt: “Good, right?” She asks, trying to chase the stray thoughts away. But then again, she’s only human. Bright, curious eyes flit back down to his lips, zeroing in on the way his tongue licks the corner of his mouth, biceps flexing as he leans back on the couch with a satisfied smile. A deep chuckle that only fuels her fire as he nods, joyously clueless. “Yeah, it’s good.” “You want a spoon?” She mumbles into the pint, absent-mindedly carving out another scoop. And then, a quiet remark that makes the frozen tub of ice cream suddenly grow red hot in her palm: “No, I’d rather share that one with you.” author's note: inspired by what i think is the one good scene to come out of the fifty shades of grey trilogy, aka the ice cream scene in fifty shades freed. link
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Headcanons (*denotes smut)
Soft Spooky (Chris Evans Characters)
Steve+Andy+Frank+Ransom
Tipsy, Smutty (Chris Evans Characters)
Pt. 1: Steve+Frank*
Pt. 2: Ransom*
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brok3n · 2 months
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⭑ ˙₊⁺𓈒 ࣪LOOKING FOR DISCORD 1x1 PARTNERS⭒ ִֶָ˙ 𓈒˙₊⁺
hi there! i’m looking for some new rp partners to write with on discord. i tend to write in third person paragraphs and ask that my partner does the same. also, please be 18+. under the cut are a list of parings i’d like and the bolded characters are who i would play. like this if you are interested!
american horror story:
mallory / michael, kyle / zoe, & violet / tate.
anyone but you:
bea / ben.
bottoms:
hazel / pj, isabel / josie, & brittany / isabel.
boys, the:
annie / hughie, kimiko / frenchie, & becca / billy.
bridgerton:
anthony / kate, edwina / frederick, violet / edmund, charlotte / george, benedict / sophie, penelope / colin, eloise / sir philip, & eloise / theo.
caraval:
scarlett / julian, donatella / legend, & evangeline / jacks.
corpse bride:
emily / victor.
daisy jones and the six:
daisy / billy, camila / eddie, lisa / warren, & karen / graham.
dc:
dinah / helena, harley / ivy, harley / flag, selina / bruce, diana / steve, & raven / beast boy.
disney:
tink / peter pan, belle / beast, jasmine / aladdin, rapunzel / flynn, tiana / naveen, ariel / eric, & anna / kristoff.
five nights at freddy’s:
vanessa / mike, chica / foxy, & charlie / elizabeth.
folk of the air:
jude / cardan & taryn / locke.
grishaverse:
alina / darkling, shadow summoner oc / darkling, nina / matthias, kaz / inej, & nikolai / zoya.
invitation, the.
evie / walter.
knives out:
marta / ransom.
lisa frankenstein:
lisa / creature.
mean girls:
janis / regina & cady / aaron.
never have i ever.
ben / devi, trent / eleanor, aneesa / fabiola, & lindsay / paxton.
once upon a time:
emma / killian & august / ruby.
percy jackson and the olympians:
annabeth / percy, sally / poseidon, & thalia / luke.
ready or not:
grace / daniel.
red, white, and royal blue.
henry / alex.
rick and morty:
jessica / morty, unity / rick, beth / jerry, & tammy / summer.
scream:
chad / tara, danny / sam, ghost face oc / ethan.
teen wolf:
lydia / stiles & cora / isaac.
vampire diaries:
hope / landon, lizzie / landon, lizzie / mg.
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Robyn Addison in the ‘Single White Bevy’ episode of Doc Martin (2019).
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laurrrelise · 21 days
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i’m losing my mind over the fic stingers under skin by @saplesss-tree on ao3.
i go so feral for derek danforth for absolutely no intelligible reason at all and i literally cannot get enough of the fics written about him, but holy shit this one DESTROYS ME.
if you haven’t read it for the love of god PLEASE run don’t walk. (it’s about an alternate plot line where eloise doesn’t kill herself and adam kidnaps derek as a ransom to get the money he stole back!)
derek’s backstory is so sad and complicated and clay is so evil and self-righteous and i cannot explain how canon the writing seems, like genuinely, reading this feels like an extension of the movie. i don’t know how @saplesss-tree manages to write derek, adam, jessica, garnett, and eloise to be so on-point with their characters in the movie but i genuinely forget it’s just a fan fiction when i read it.
tree, literally just some of your talent would be nice, please and thank you 🙏🙏
i’m adding some (probably way too many, actually) of my favorite lines because i literally think about them way too much:
• “Don’t tell my mom, okay?” The driver didn’t answer, but one of his strong hands found Derek’s and clasped tightly. Held his hand with firm, steady reassurance as he drifted off.
• “Oh, fucking spare me. If you know who we are, then you know that the president of the United States does not pay ransoms. She does not negotiate with fucking terrorists or psychopaths or whatever the hell you call yourself--” “I’m a Beekeeper.” “Great. Fucking good for you. She doesn’t doesn’t negotiate with fucking beekeepers either. What are you going to do, sick a thousand bees on the US military?”
• “Whatever. And I’ll bet that’s real cheese,” Derek accused. “Yes, it is.” “I’m lactose intolerant, so fuck you.”
^ this line will never fail to make me laugh.
• “But once I receive payment, this little inconvenience will--” “Inconvenience,” Derek laughed humorlessly. “Guy fucking kidnaps me and calls it an inconvenience.”
• “Speaking of accommodations, five-star bathroom you’ve provided me here. You’re not even gonna give me a bucket or something? There are fucking dogs that live in better conditions than this.” “You can come upstairs to use the bathroom.” “Should I bring the fucking pipe I’m chained to with me, or does that stay here?”
• Derek frowned at a picture frame hanging on the wall. “It’s still got the stock picture in it.” Clay paused. “I liked the flowers.” And they stood there for a long moment. “Alliums,” he added eventually. “They’re very attractive for bees, butterflies, and other pollinators. Though, some alliums can spread too quickly and become invasive. It’s a fragile balance.” They continued to stand there. Derek shifted his weight from one leg to the other and said, “yeah. The, uh, the purple is pretty cool.” Clay regarded the stock image seriously and nodded. “Yes,” he agreed, “the purple is cool.”
• "It's just awful, isn't it?" Eloise asked, wiping her hands on a rag and shaking her head. "That poor boy." "Never thought that about him before when all those scandals came to light," Clay said, but kept himself from being too harsh. "How many times has he thrown money at what should've been a jail sentence?" "Oh, he's just lost." Clay tilted his head at her. "How do you mean?" "Exactly what I said. He's just lost. I can't speak to the way he was raised, but I see all the bad things that end up in the media about him, and I see someone acting out for attention. I see a boy crying for help."
^ oh my god just let me sob right now.
• "Do you want to come upstairs and use the bathroom?" Derek peeled his eyes open and looked at Clay. "I want to carve into your face with a dull knife and crack your skull open with a rock. I want to put my bare hands into your head and just pull everything out. I want you to fucking scream." A beat. “Okay, so you still have a headache?”
• "I fucking hate you," Derek said, voice wavering. "I know you do. Come on, come take a bite."
• Clay took the cigarette, placing it tenderly on Derek's bottom lip, allowing him to take the thing into his mouth. Clay produced a small lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. On the first breath, Derek melted. Eased into Clay's hug and sighed with a kind of relief he didn't know it was possible to feel. Being rescued right this second wouldn't have felt as good. More tears.
^ i don’t know what it is, but something about the way that clay is so gentle and nurturing with derek (not always, but most of the time) even though they despise each other gets me right in the heartstrings. their physical intimacy despite literally wanting the other to die brutally will never not hurt. tree is a genius, end of story.
• “I thought ginger was only for between servings of different kinds of sushi to cleanse your pallet.” Clay stared for a moment. “We live very different lives.” “You fucking think?”
• Exhaustion won over the little part in the back of Derek’s mind that cowered like a threatened, wild animal. Derek blew out a breath and turned his head toward Clay. “I don’t believe you. It feels like you want to hurt me.” They held each other's gaze for a long time, no sound passing between them besides their breaths. “Sometimes,” Clay allowed eventually. “But only when you’re being difficult.” Clay rubbed his forearm. “Biting me. That’s no way to behave.” “You fucking kidnapped me.” “I know, but you don’t have to be such a brat about it.”
• “That’s like if I told you ‘you don’t need to breathe anymore,’” he muttered. “‘Just learn to breathe underwater because I fucking said so,’ and, ‘I’m the one with the oxygen tank. Just stop fucking breathing air.’”
• “You don’t know how to shave your own face?” Derek’s brows drew together, voice defensive. “I’ve never needed to know how before.” Clay studied him for a long moment, some mixture of disbelief and maybe sadness there in his eyes. “Nobody’s ever taught you how to do anything for yourself, have they?” A boy crying for help. Maybe there was something to Eloise’s words.
^ STOPPPP STOP IT RIGHT NOW
• The grin spread across Derek’s face completely involuntarily. And it was infectious. “I did it.” “Yeah, you did it,” Clay chuckled. “Fuck yeah!” Derek pumped his fists, buzzing trimmer still in hand. “Damn, and I didn’t even cut myself. Fuck, I did that.”
• “We’re going to clean you up around the edges here on your cheeks, your neck, and,” Clay rubbed a finger along the side of Derek’s jaw, “whatever silly sideburns you’ve got going on here.” He rubbed his palms down the sides of his face. “They’re not silly.” “You don’t actually want to keep those do you?” “Well now I fucking don’t with the way you just said that.”
• “Look, I know you’ve really never approved of the guys that Derek--” “My problem is not with my son’s sexual preferences, my problem is with you personally, Mr. Garnett,” she said.
• “Madam president, with all due respect, I don’t fucking care what happens to me, as long as Derek gets home safely.”
• He had Eloise. He had the boy in his basement, who he occasionally didn’t hate. And it hit Clay suddenly that the hive was growing.
• It pissed Derek off. It wasn’t just the drugs and self-indulgent habits and social media obsession. Clay had forcefully detoxed him from his entire life. From himself. And he was better for it.
^ THIS LINE FUCKING KNOCKS THE WIND OUT OF ME. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
• “I don’t fucking know anything about you except for your bee fetish.”
• Well, I’ve got Wallace. He’s kinda like my-- I don’t know-- my protection detail, bodyguard, babysitter, pain in my ass, conscience guy.” “So he cares about you.” “He works for me.” Derek shrugged. “Well, and, to be perfectly honest, I think he’s fucking my mom…” “Oh.”
^ again, i will never not laugh at this line
• “Like, you picked the worst possible hostage ever. I’m such a fuck-up, there’s zero motivation for anyone to pay my ransom.”
• “You are a defective offspring,” Clay said. “Wow, okay fuck you,” Derek replied.
• “It’s not wholly your fault,” Clay continued. “You were born broken because of her. You’ve never had a chance to be anything more than broken, and you never will. When a queen bee produces defective offspring, we rise up and slay her. Ordinarily, I'd kill your mother for bringing a wretched thing like you into this world, but that money-- the ransom-- it’s the money you stole from a dear friend of mine.”
• “Do it,” Derek said, voice quiet and almost as shocked as the expression Clay sent his way. He cleared his throat. “Fucking do it. I want her to fucking agonize over every second she leaves me here with you. I want the guilt to eat her alive until she either coughs up the money or kills herself.”
• "You're all right, just sitting you up a little." And Clay cushioned Derek's head in his lap, letting the boy use his thighs as his new pillow as Clay looked down at him.
• Made him hate the stairs and hate this house and hate himself for not being able to move properly and hate his mother for leaving him here. And Clay for… something. Derek had had the beating coming to him-- had literally asked for it-- so not that. But he was pretty sure he hated the guy for something. Hating Clay for kidnapping him just seemed too understated. Hating the man for kidnapping him didn’t do justice to all of the other things he could hate him for. It was like there was so much anger and aggression and fear and resentment surrounding Derek’s perception of Clay that he couldn’t even hate him.
• "You got it?" "I'm a grown fucking man, I don't need you to hold my dick for me while I piss." "There's no need to be crass," Clay said, backing off. "Fuck you."
• Maybe Mom really wasn't as much of an unfeeling, soulless bitch as he'd expected.
• “I fucking hate you,” Derek said quietly. Trying to remind himself. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” “I've never hated anyone more than I hate you,” he said again. Drilling it home for his tired, aching heart. “But I've never been more real with someone either. I think that might be part of it, maybe.” Clay squeezed Derek’s shoulder, loosening another tear in the boy. “What do you mean?” “I just… hate myself, you know?” His voice a mere whisper. “And being myself around you, it makes me hate you too.” Clay hummed solemnly. “You’re a very angry young man.” “Yeah, well,” Derek cleared his wobbling voice, “I’ve got a lot to be angry about. Even if I went home right this second, I think I’d still find myself up in that glass box.”
• The hand carded through his hair again. Goosebumps prickled on the back of his neck, down his back, and along his arms. Against every instinct screaming at him to pull away, Derek leaned into the touch. Not because the gentle, rhythmic motion of fingers raking gently along his scalp was comforting. Not because it was the first genuine distraction he'd had from the relentless headache and the throbbing hurt throughout his face. And definitely not because he couldn't remember the last time someone had tenderly run their fingers through his hair like this.
^ again with the physical intimacy i’m going to jump off a cliff
• “And I want real shampoo and conditioner. Your three-in-one shit is ruining my hair, I don’t know why you use that stuff.” Derek felt the soft vibrations of Clay’s nearly inaudible chuckle. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he said, brushing a few curls out of Derek’s face, “but I don’t have nearly as much hair as you.” “Oh… right.”
• Sitting down next to the mattress, Clay sighed. Ran his fingers through the young man’s messy, tangled curls. “You know, I think you’re the only one that appreciates what I’m trying to do here,” Clay told him. “Under all your disobedience and profanity and needless crying, I think you’re the only one that really gets what we’re doing.”
• “Are you watching me sleep?” Derek rasped, voice sleep-laden. “No,” Clay answered softly. “The fuck are you doing then?” “I was telling you about my day.” Derek’s mind took a few moments to catch up. “While I was asleep?” “You’re a much better listener when you’re asleep.” “Okay, well fuck you too, I guess,” Derek muttered.
• “If something happens… would you visit me?” Clay asked. “In prison, I mean. Would you come visit me?” Derek lowered himself on the mattress, rested his head on the pillow, reeling. “Yeah, sure.” The words escaped without Derek really thinking about it. And he was almost surprised to realize he meant it.
• “You surprised me earlier. You almost sounded like you wanted to live, or at least like you were trying to want that.” Clay flipped to the next page. “I thought I’d let you try and figure it out for a little while longer.”
• "It's such a sure thing, the sun," Clay said. "Every evening it sets, leaving with a colorful, beautiful goodbye. Almost like it doesn't want to go. And every morning it returns with just as much enthusiasm. It's something you can always count on." There was a lengthy pause where neither one of them said anything, and Clay was the one to break it. "There will always be another tomorrow, whether you're there or not. But dead men can't watch sunsets."
alright i think that’s enough (but if given the avenue i could continue this even more trust me) anyways again PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read this fic if you haven’t already, 8 chapters are out so far and they’re all of very generous length.
the way it delves into derek’s backstory, the way he grew up and was treated by his mother, the way he’s reduced to a little boy (and is repeatedly called “the boy”) because of the way he was forced to grow up too soon, the way he acts as a defense mechanism, oh my god i could ramble forever it makes me so sympathetic to him even if he’s a douchebag idc idc i love him.
im so emotionally attached to this fic and im literally on the edge of my seat to know how it ends (especially with the way chapter 8 ended, tree you knew EXACTLY what you were doing 🤬)
anyways here it is please read it thank you 🙏🙏
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hellfirexhoe · 2 years
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Death of Me - Chapter 5: One Last Goodbye
Chapter 5 | Series Masterlist
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Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, mention of bodily harm, hurt/comfort
"Well I look fucking ridiculous. Do we really think this is going to work?" Eddie has his hair tucked up into a snug fitting beanie borrowed from Robin. He's also wearing Steve's sunglasses and has a blanket from Dustin's house wrapped around him  tucked up to his chin. Nancy and Steve share a look of 'maybe not' over the top of Eddie's head. The door opens and Hopper slinks in sighing heavily at the sight of Eddie in the wheelchair,
"What the hell's all this? Are we trying to advertise that this man is a wanted criminal that we're sneaking out of the hospital?"
He leans down and plucks the glasses off of Eddie's face, handing them back to Steve.
"Unnecessary. The hat is fine. The blanket? It looks ridiculous." The blanket is taken off Eddie and thrown to Dustin. 
"Steve, jacket." Steve hands over the jacket with no protest, Eddie peers around Hopper and locks eyes with Steve,
"I'm holding this to ransom until I get my vest back."
"There. Much less ridiculous. Keep your hands covered." Hopper gestures to the bruises on Eddie's wrist from the cuffs he had only recently unlocked. Eddie nods and tucks his arms into the jacket.
"Ready? Okay. Nancy, you're wheeling him out, let's go. Everyone else follows one by one and for Christ's sake don't draw attention to us." Hopper steps out of the roof after Nancy, gesturing for everyone else to exit while he trails behind. Dustin and Steve opt for the stairs so not everyone has to climb into an elevator. 
Somehow the group reassembles in the car park at Steve’s car, bundling Eddie into the back while Dustin tries to tuck the blanket around him as surreptitiously as possible. Hopper gets into his own car, Robin goes with Nancy leaving Dustin, Steve and Eddie together with one destination in mind, Hopper's cabin. 
When the car stops for the final time Eddie is a little shocked, he can't believe the plan has worked to this point. 
Over the next few days Eddie stays in the cabin, sequestered with Hopper and "the girl with magical powers" who he was convinced Steve had been lying about. Hopper keeps in touch with a contact who has eyes on the investigation, and finally, Steve's house is given the all clear. 
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You had taken your mother's advice and arranged to see friends, to spend time with people your own age. After a glance in the mirror at your choice of clothes you opt for an oversized sweatshirt, your bump is definitely small enough that it would probably go unnoticed, especially to these girls who hadn't seen you in about six weeks, but you were keen to avoid addressing that aspect of your life with them today.
You arrive at the cafe and as you sit down with them it strikes you that your friendship with these girls feels like it happened in another lifetime. It could be the grief that's changed you, or impending motherhood, but you really, truly, do not care about Andy's new car. You muddle through the conversation, faking your enthusiasm as best you can. 
"Did you know they recovered Jason's body from the Creel house wreckage?" Now this does pique your interest and you look at Louise, the source of this information,
"Apparently it was all kinds of fucked up, they think someone mutilated his body.” 
“But who would have done that to poor Jason?” Jessica seems just as intrigued as you do by this news, obviously Jason’s family weren’t going to be advertising this kind of grisly news.
“I mean it's obvious isn’t it?” This might be your cue to leave the table, you have a suspicion about the next words which will leave Louise’s mouth, Jessica though seems clueless and stares blankly.
“It was obviously that freak Munson. I mean, shit, everyone knows he and Chrissy must have been sleeping together, she tried to end things and that's why he killed her and then Jason. Oh my gosh have you guys seen his creepy uncle? He was always putting up those posters around town? Gross.” You flinch, suddenly hot with rage, feeling akin to a tank of gasoline and Louise has just dropped a match into you. You exhale through your nose once, forcefully, before standing up wordlessly, wrapping your hand into Louise’s ponytail and slamming her head into the table.
“He was fucking a cheerleader, wasn’t Chrissy though.” You give her a mean sneer as her head comes up, nose bloodied. 
You’ve made a scene. That much is clear. Jessica’s eyes are flitting between you and Louise who is cupping her nose as blood spews out, as are most of the other patrons in the cafe.
“Okay then, well this was very illuminating. I’ve got to dash.” Your voice is sickly sweet and insincere,
“Fucking freak.” 
You don’t even respond to this, just leave the cafe, get into your car and head out to spend time with someone you actually want to see.
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Wayne eyes your blotchy face suspiciously, you had managed to wipe up the tears before you arrived but you’d be lying if you said the way your former friends had spoken about Eddie hadn’t bothered you.
“Everything okay kid?” Wayne hands you a glass of water. You nod,
“Peachy.” Your voice wobbles as you speak, giving you away immediately.
“Why don’t I believe that?” 
“People suck.” You offer up as an explanation, Wayne laughs quietly,
“That they do. I’m guessing this is something to do with Eddie? Someone say something?” 
You place the glass down on the coffee table with trembling hands,
“I - I met up with some girlfriends today and, shit, the things they said about Eddie. And then I was thinking it wasn’t so long ago that I probably would have joined in with the things they were saying.” Wayne gives you a small, sad, smile and pats your back,
“Look, anyone below the age of 25 is stupid. Eddie was stupid, you’re stupid.” You give a choked laugh, “What matters, what really matters is that when my boy died, he knew how much you loved him. Nothing you did before that would have mattered to him.”
“He didn’t know.” Your words are broken by sudden, wracking sobs that hurt your chest, “I - I never told him and now it's too late.”
“You think he needed to hear the words to know? Look, I never wanted to third wheel the two of you but the times I was forced against my will to do so I could see it, on both of your faces. Believe me, he knew.”
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Dustin squints at the name on the envelope Eddie has just handed him,
“And you’re asking me to do this, why?”
“Because I can’t. Please, I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t urgent.”
“Eddie I really don’t think a letter is the way you should handle this.” Dustin’s protests are 50% based on his belief that Eddie shouldn’t be informing his girlfriend that he’s alive but running away via a letter and 50% out of fear that he’ll put the envelope through your door and you’ll see him and yell at him.
“Please.”
Dustin sighs, and nods, tucking the letter in his pocket and heading up the stairs from Steve’s basement, asking Steve for a ride and giving him the address from the envelope Eddie had handed him.
“Why are we going there? That’s-” Steve cuts himself off before he can incriminate himself. 
Dustin shrugs, “Eddie needs a favour, needs me to deliver a letter to someone.”
“O…kay.”
The frown doesn’t leave Steve’s face the entire journey, if he’s driving Dustin to your house for the reason he thinks he is, he is honestly stunned.
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You’re taking the trash out when you see Steve’s BMW pull up on your driveway, you spy Eddie’s friend Dustin in the passenger seat who blanches when you make eye contact with him. You see the boy steel himself and step out of the car. He approaches you slowly, like the way someone would approach an aggressive dog, before handing you a letter with a shaky hand,
“The hell’s this?” You rip the envelope open, holding up a hand to indicate to Dustin to wait. 
You feel sick the second you recognise the thick messy scrawl on the paper. You presume this is some kind of dying wish note until the words actually register in your brain. What the fuck?! You look up at Dustin,
“Is this a fucking joke?” Dustin shakes his head, too scared of you to lie.
“Dustin. Where. The. Fuck. Is. Eddie?” You catch Dustin eyes flick to Steve in the BMW who gives you an uncomfortable raise-of-hand half wave. 
“Is he at Steve’s house?”
“No?” You narrow your eyes and Dustin immediately caves, “Yes, okay yes! He just asked me to give this to you before he left. I don’t know anything else!”
“Wait here. Don’t move.” You run into the house, scrawling a quick message for your parents on the notepad by the phone in the hall,
Seeing friends. Back late. Don’t wait up.
You grab your bag from your bedroom, before you head out of the door you think to scoop up the envelope containing your sonograms from your desk, your head is swimming right now and you’re not even sure if this is some kind of cruel elaborate prank, or if this is real, are you really about to reunite with Eddie and drop the baby bombshell immediately? You’re also not sure as to whether you’re going to kill or kiss him when you do finally see him, if you see him.
You lock the door, grab Dustin by his hoodie and drag him over to Steve’s car, plonking yourself in the backseat.
“Okay, guessing we’re going back to my place?” Steve starts the car
“No shit.” Dustin pipes up, sneaking glances at you in his wing mirror.
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author's note: if you all behave yourselves I might be convinced to post Chapter 6 on Sunday 😉
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HTDIO x H*R quotes, part 3
[Context for newbies: How to Dance in Ohio. Homestar Runner. Author is an autistic elder millennial who was in the original Broadway cast of the former, and is a regular degular superfan of the latter. Tumblr is for niche content.]
Jessica: Isn’t that like going to the prom with your dad? Marideth: And we’ve all been there, right gals?
Drew: Drew, did you make the best omelet ever during the commercial break? I sure did.
[answering the phone at Paws & Claws, too nervous to comprehend they’re using the wrong social script] Mel: Ma’am. Please calm down. Your CD tray is not a cupholder. I cannot help you clear your browser cache. No, I’m not in India.
[trying to find new places he might like to eat in Michigan] Drew: Pizza belongs in a triangle.
[after being grounded for crashing his brother’s truck] Tommy: Sitting on the couch is zero amounts of fun when there’s not a TV or hang-glider in front of it.
[asking Reddit for tech advice after content mysteriously disappeared from their phone] Remy: Back up my files? Are you kidding? Is that…a real thing that you have to do? I always thought that was like, y’know, a figure of speech.
[after the interview, re: Rick Jenkins] Ashley: Ugh, I feel like I need a chemical shower after talking to that guy. Do we have an emergency eyewash station?
[coaching Jessica on asking Tommy out] Caroline: We’re on a collision course with sultriness.
Marideth: [vocal stimming] TER-ti-A-ry.
Amy: Mommy’s got a grown-up headache, Drewby. Why don’t you take the boat out for a while?
Jessica: Ooh, my husky head commands a pretty penny. This’ll bring home a few months’ worth of bacon.
Tommy: Now, it is my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.
[“Reincarnation,” but Mel is high] Ashley: No job, no apartment, no college degree—please God, in my next life, can I be someone other than me? Mel: You gots to look inside yourself. Positate the negative. When life throws pies at you, you make yourself a tall, cool glass of piemonade.
[having an anxiety attack while unable to get in touch with Jessica] Caroline: You can’t be dead! You’re my best friend and concubine! Oh, I should really look up what that word meeeeeans!
[trying to explain his midlife crisis logic to his own therapist] Dr. Amigo: No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. It’s like this: The ransom money becomes the new retirement money. And the retirement money becomes the new college fund. And the college fund…eh, we blow on a really tricked-out van.
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