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randomcanbian · 1 year

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What kind of Edeleth fanfic are you reading? I read a lot of fanfic ( albeit I filter what I read ) and Edeleth always put an emphasis on Byleth, the person beyond the vessel and mercenary. It's often one of the major point of the story.

Okay, in fairness my rants are in large part due to recency bias 😂 There are several (dozens of?) amazing, well-written Edeleth fic with Byleth fleshed out as a character who's usefulness isn't only relegated to physical battles but also to strategy and the morale of the Strike Force and the Imperial Army/Adrestian Faithful at large, whose personal relationships didn't revolve entirely around Edelgard!

That said, I've been reading Edeleth fics since the game came out, I've finished all the fics whose opening chapters I found good/interesting, so I've been trying to read everything else...honestly, it's no wonder there's a drop in quality. My gripe is just that there's so many fics among the recent ones I've read where I find Byleth's characterization unsatisfying, and I'm the type of person who gets annoyed when there are a lot of people who think about my fave in a certain way. Hence, the rants.

To describe what types of fics I've read, here are common enough tropes that I've found in multiple Edeleth fics that I find annoying:

Byleth's humanization coming from her loving Edelgard first-and-foremost--the insinuation that romantic love trumps platonic love rankles me. I wish there was more of an emphasis on how Byleth was humanized through her caring for all her students, and they caring for her in return. And--it's a matter of personal taste I guess--but I like to think Byleth returned Edelgard's romantic feelings only during the timeskip. Before that, she cared for all her students equally.

Byleth choosing to side with Edelgard because it's Edelgard, and not because of the ideals she's waging a war for. Hate that. I've read too many fics where Byleth doesn't really get why Edelgard wants the crest system eradicated / abolish nobles, but she's siding with her because it's her. I'd rather people draw from her background as a commoner--I know that Byleth's been in a daze for most of her early life, but if FEW3H has proven anything is that Byleth feels good when she helps people. Outside of the mercenary group, where she has the chance to interact with people she didn't have to kill, that she had to take care for--it should be enough for her to reflect on her own principles.

Post-Crimson Flower where Byleth isn't doing anything except waiting for her wife to come home and complaining about how much work she's doing and being emo about how they don't have enough time together. Even without the crest and Sothis' power she's a skilled fighter and a great tactician. She also has experience as a commoner / mercenary which Edelgard and the Twin Jewels (I love you Ferdibert) don't have. Surely she'd be better utilized and much busier than just being Edelgard's arm candy? (Honestly lmao I think most of my frustration stem from fics centered on this...like I know the writers wanted to write a fluff fic based on this trope and didn't want to overthink it, but it just bothers me. I'm a complainer.)

I hate dumb jock Byleth. Hate it. She may not know a lot about the world, but it's out of a lack of curiosity, as well as her father intentionally hiding things from her. I see her as someone more pragmatic, who only searches for knowledge if it's of use to her, but if it interests her she picks it up quickly. I remember seeing this more often in modern AUs, but I'm sure it's happened enough in fics set in canon for the hatred to have cemented in my mind.

I heavily dislike fics where Byleth barely interacts with the rest of the Black Eagles, or where it's obvious that she cares about them much less than she does Edelgard. I also dislike fics where the rest of the Black Eagles feel distant from Byleth, when in-game they were as worried about her as Edelgard was.

Special mention since I'm already complaining, but it's not really relevant because it's more a personal taste:

Byleth and Edelgard falling in love at first sight (I find love at first sight stupid in general, it's inorganic. I understand horny-at-first-sight, and obsession-at-first-sight, but the love-at-first-sight trope bothers me, and there are only certain ships where I'll let it slide. A recent fic that I read that I loved had Edeleth review an opera someone made of their love story, and both of them agreed that the initial part where they fell in love at first sight was stupid and wanted it rewritten, lmfao. It also makes less sense on Byleth's side due to her muted emotions. I'd buy that she'd feel connected to Edelgard because of her shared crest, but many fic writers don't go that angle, she just thinks Edelgard's hot, and that really annoys me (muted emotions reason))

#im sure i can think of more common byleth tropes that i hate but i really did waste too much time on this haha #i'm sorry i'm a hater #anw tl;dr there are actually a lot of great edeleth fics but since i ran out of them ages ago (except for the occasional ones that pop up)#im left to read fics that i find less suitable to my tastes #and i'm the type of ranter apparently who generalizes the fandom when i'm in a fit of anger #i also want to add that it's not just fics but also popular tweets / social media takes on byleth that send me on these rants #hope this is a satisfactory enough answer for you anon

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lizthewriter · 8 months

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Hi! I love your fan fictions! I was wondering (First time requesting ever) if you could do a FIC for Mattheo or Theodore based on exile and the readers dealing with self hate,anxiety, autsim, adhd, Depression, and they feel so alone and push him away because the readers scared to accept her feelings and afraid she’ll get left, and no one loves or cares about her?

AUTHOR'S NOTE Oh my God, thank you so much for sending in a request! This is actually the first request I have ever received, so this is a first for us both! By exile, I'm assuming you mean the song exile by Taylor Swift. Here's a little blurb just for you anon! And thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you love my fanfics! Sending love and good vibes your way

Honestly, I tried my best with this. I've gone through depression and self-hate, and I am currently dealing with anxiety and ADHD. I don't know too much about autism, but I really tried my hardest to convey what you've requested. I hope this is satisfactory!

exile / mattheo riddle

PAIRING Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

SUMMARY Everything in your life feels like it's going wrong and there's nothing you can do to change it. What once brought you joy only leaves you numb. What once excited you now only bored you. What you loved only saw you as a friend.

Taking shelter in an empty classroom during a panic attack, Mattheo Riddle finds you a sobbing mess on the stone floors. You find out that he likes you more than you think he does.

TAGS Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, self-hate, depression, anxiety, stress, ADHD, autism, exams, panic attack, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, fluff, happy ending, kissing

"All this time, / we always walked a very thin line, / you didn't even hear me out," - exile, Taylor Swift feat. Bon Iver

WORD COUNT 2.0K

WRITTEN 23.08.2023

pt. 2 here, karma

You sat in Transfiguration, leg bouncing nervously as you stared down at the test questions. You have always been a terrible test-taker - all the pressure of having to get good marks in such a limited time period and all this weight on your shoulders with the upcoming NEWT's made you more than nervous. Your brows were furrowed in both concentration and confusion. As you were gnawing on the end of your quill, McGonagall announced that it was time for you to place your quills down and pack your things. You let out a shaky sigh, placing down your quill. How could you not answer a simple question? Everyone else seemed to be finding the material easy, why couldn't you? You sat there, beating yourself up as you quickly packed your things away and left class.

You left Transfiguration by yourself and headed back to your dorm. Not only were you doing poorly in your classes, you also happened to be insanely in love with someone in your year. And, of course, you had to fall in love with the most unavailable person. Not only was he not interested in girls, he would never be interested in someone like you. I mean, why would he? What made you so special? And he has referred to you as a mate on so many occasions that if you had a nickel for every one, you'd surely be drowning in an ocean of them. Oh, and not only that, but you didn't really have friends. Most of the people you knew were dating and had at least one best friend. But you? No, you may know a variety of people but you couldn't call any of them a good friend, even. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong. Why was everyone else living happy, productive lives while you were stuck being miserable, alone, and depressed?

I mean, you lost all interest in everything. You couldn't find the joy in reading or taking walks about the grounds anymore. Your schoolwork was taking a turn for worse and you found yourself and bored and tired of your classes. Your grades were slipping, you had no friends, no partner, no nothing. Everything just felt wrong, wrong, wrong. And all you could do was sit there and blame yourself.

You knew you wouldn't be able to make it to your dorm to find the privacy to cry- you quickly ducked into the nearest room, curled up into the corner, and burst into sobs. It was all just too much and too little at the same time. You just felt like you couldn't deal with all this anymore. If you didn't deserve to be happy, than maybe you didn't deserve to be at all. Your hands bunched up into fists, lightly hitting your head at your temples. You hated your thoughts, the way your brain worked. You hated how you could think about everything all at once. You just wanted it all to stop, all to end.

You didn't hear the sounds of footsteps passing the classroom - Mattheo had only been walking by, skipping out on Potions, when he heard you. When he glanced into the classroom and saw you crying there, he couldn't help himself.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

You froze, sniffling, your chest heaving for air. You hadn't heard him and was caught off guard. Quickly, you wiped your face with the edge of your sleeve, collecting your bag from the ground and hiking it up your shoulder. "Nothing - nothing's wrong."

He ducked his head, his lips set into a thin-line as he observed you. "I'm not stupid. I can see that you're crying."

Great. Now you had offended the only person, perhaps, that even cared to talk to you for more than five minutes. He must hate you right now. Depise you. Think you to be cruel. "I didn't mean to say you were stupid." It was hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over the threshold. You wiped your eyes with the end of your sleeve again. Why should he care about you? He must be pitying you now, surely he would have no other reason to act so concerned. Even if he did, he would one day realize that you were never as good as he thought you.

His gaze softened, the edges of his lips curling up slightly. He approached you, raising his hand to wipe away a tear that had collected in the inner corner of your eye. "'S all right, darling. Don't cry. Just talk with me about it, hm?"

Your chest heaved as you took in a shaky breath. "W-why do you care? I'm sure you have better things to do." You let out a weak laugh, backing away from his touch. "I mean, come on, don't you have Potions right now?"

"Why do I - I care about you. Do you need a reason why?"

"Yes, I do, actually," you responded, cringing at how snarky you sounded.

Mattheo let out a sigh. "I care about you because you're beautiful, inside and out. I care about you because you make me laugh. And you make me feel better when I've had a shit day. I care about you because no one makes my heart flutter like you do." His voice got smaller as he took a step towards you, and gradually raised his hands to cup your cheeks. He drew your gaze to his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. His expression was rather serious, as though he were trying to affirm his words. "I care about you cause you're the only person who's ever really cared about me."

You trembled beneath the soft caress of his knuckcles, meeting his eyes for a short moment before shoving him away. A brief moment of hurt echoed through his eyes as you shook your head, backing away from him. "No, no you don't. I don't. And even if you did . . . " You found your voice trailing off. You hiked the strap of your bag up your shoulder again, having slipped down your arm. "I should go. I have History of Magic soon and I don't want to be late."

Mattheo glanced at you and then down at the floor, his jaw clenched. "Fine. I won't stand in your way then."

You spent the majority of your time avoiding Mattheo, but you knew there'd be a day when you would run into him and you couldn't do anything about it. Today was that day, almost two weeks after the aforementioned incident.

You were curled up in the Astronomy Tower, late at night, lying on top of a blanket as you glanced up at the stars. It was perhaps the only moment of peace you had found in a while - maybe it was the whistle of wind or the glittering of the stars.

You should've known he'd be up here. He's always sneaking off places late at night, the highest points of the castle. You heard your name being called and turned around to see a surprised Mattheo. He stood but a few feet from yourself. You weren't exactly sure what to do - in your panic, you did nothing.

"Erm - may I sit down?"

You didn't say anything for a moment, drawing your legs into your chest and resting your head upon your knees. You nodded ever so slightly, glancing away from him as he plopped down next to you. His shoulder brushed up against yours and he leaned forward to try and catch your eyes, mimicking your seated position.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the other day. I should've stayed there with you . . ." His voice trailed off. He let out a sigh as he leaned back on both palms, now spraying out his legs across the blanket. He stared put at the stars, his expression neither upset nor particularly happy. "I don't think you really meant it when you said you didn't care about me. I know you do. I just want to know why you're trying to convince yourself that you don't." He paused, hesitating. "Is it because you think I don't feel the same way about you? 'Cause you can erase that thought from your mind. I like you - really, really like you. And I don't know why exactly you keep pushing me away, but I want you to know that I'm here to listen."

He bathed in your silence, not necessarily perturbed by it. He finally decided to test the waters, raising his hand to gently touch yours. He seemed fascinated with you as he ran his fingernail gently across your skin.

You didn't know whether you wanted to tell him or not. You didn't know if you could trust him. If he wouldn't just laugh in your face, call you a fool, and leave you a pitiful mess. But Salazar, did you want to spill your heart out to him. And in the mental state you were in now, coupled with your fatigue, you didn't even care anymore.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have any friends. I'm not particularly close with my family. And everytime I did start to make a friend or - or something more, they'd just leave." You wrapped your arms tighter around your legs. "I always wondered, what's wrong with me? Do I say the wrong things? Act the wrong way? Am I really so despisable that people actively go out of their way to ignore me?" You scoffed. "Guess I must be some kind of horrible person then."

"That's not true," Mattheo said immediately, surging forward in anger. "You're an amazing person. Whoever has just left you or treated you like that, they're arseholes. I won't do that to you. Never. I don't care how many times I have to say it 'til it gets through that pretty little head of yours, I like you, I care about you, I want to make you happy . . . and if leaving you alone and pretending like I never admitted that to you makes you happy, then that's what I'll do." He waited for your response, painfully hoping for a verbal one. However, you remained silent. Mattheo felt his heart sink. "Right then. Well."

He began to push himself off the floor to get up, but you quickly grabbed his hand. "Wait!" you exclaimed in alarm, finally meeting his eyes. "I - I lied before. I do care about you. Please don't go. Please."

Mattheo sat back down with an easy-going grin, like he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"You really like me?" You asked, both breathless and doubtful all at once.

"Do you need me to prove it to you?" His grin grew smug.

"Yes, actually."

"All right then." Mattheo raised his hand to rest under your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side so you were facing him directly. Your eyes widened as he drew closer, his eyes glancing between your eyes and your lips. Breath growing shallow, you tensed as you could feel his humid breath on your lips. "I can prove it to you right now, if you let me."

You wasted no time in smashing your lips against his, hands coming up to cup both of his cheeks. Your eyes were shut tight as you relished in the feeling of his buttery smooth lips running against yours. He was a bit more passionate tha you had expected, but he had been waiting for years to do this. And whatever his imagination could try to conjure, it was nothing compared to the real thing.

Mattheo was the one to pull away but he was soon back to give you a quick peck, sming against your lips. "You're amazing - I don't think I'll ever be leaving you after a kiss like that."

You finally grinned, a true grin, gor the first time in a long time, and brought his face back down to yours to kiss under the stars.

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pixiecaps · 1 month

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hi. im sorry if this is a weird question but. what makes you keep watching smps?? just, what motivates you if everytime things and characters and plotlines captivate you and they almost never end in a satisfactory way. it might be because im a newbie in myct but every server i learned about seems to just last very little or burn in a horible death. what makes you want to go again and again to new servers.

okay to start off here there’s two layers and one is more of a personal thing and another basically advice.

first i dont talk about this much but my brain just latches onto things and one of my longest lasting interests is on minecraft. probably since the game was released. i think ive probably watched more minecraft content than tv shows & movies in my entire life. because my brain just works that way

now second. i need to this to be clarified everyone has a different reason for sticking along and i think this is a wonderful question that so many mcyt bloggers would have different answers to that would provide a lot of cool insight and perspective. dont think the question is weird at all.

BUT for me i think it was around smplive which was 2019 that was rough that was really the first and only time that i wanted to stop watching minecraft completely. for a lot for a reasons rlly. and yet i didnt!!! and thats because i realized that i didnt want to let something i cherished and enjoyed be tarnished by the bad. its so important to allow yourself grace whenever something bad happens with mcyt content or creators themselves because you arent the one to blame for something turning sour. too much good and incredible content and communities come from these unfortunately ended smps and whatnot to just to be seen as that one thing. i think sometimes, out of spite even, i feel like I NEED TO NOT LET THESE THINGS BE OVERSHADOWED BY THE BAD. because so many smps are fucking wonderful experiences with amazing creators who dedicate so much time to them and who are so funny and talented and for them to not be recognized for that at all is a shame. i loved every smp ive watched and i dont regret watching any of them. theyve all given me so much joy and laughter and its important to remember that. so ig another part of it all is allowing yourself to appreciate the good and not let the bad stop you from experiencing all the future content thats made from mcyt that will be incredible. because there will be more smps and there will so many mcyt creators and the ball isnt gonna stop rolling. sometimes it just boils down to something as simple as not letting the bad experiences stop you from seeing the good the community has to offer. as well as for me outside of the content itself with smps the fanbases have singlehandedly taken a part of my heart. theres just so many wonderful people in these communities who have put out so much positivity that i cant possibly find myself regretting it or not going back in whenever the next smp drops.

much love anon hope that makes a little bit of sense

#pix asks aaaa #anon

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ailawritesfics · 1 year

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Hi there! I was wondering if you can do a request in Obey Me! where MC/Reader wants to motivate all of the brothers (separate) to get a higher score on the quizzes, so when they start studying Mc gives them a short kiss near the corner of the mouth and say "If you pass the quiz, I'll kiss you properly ;)" How would they react and what would they do? I really like how you write the characters, its honestly amazing and I hope you're doing well :DD

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✎cw: fluff

✎I was just thinking about what to write and then I saw this. Thank you anon, this req is adorable! And thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing!

✧Lucifer's grades are never a concern, the scores he gets on quizzes are good but you know he can do better. It took a bit of convincing before he agreed to study together for the upcoming quiz. He had to push back some tasks to make room in his busy schedule but he made it work.

✧He brought you to his office for your study session. Sitting side by side at hi desk, you both began revising for the test. The study session has just started but you already feel like you've accomplished a lot but then you notice Lucifer glancing back and forth between your notes and his paperwork. You ponder, what could you do to make Lucifer focus on revising for the test?

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧You did it without much thought, you kissed the corner of his lips and looked away from him just as quickly as you tell him you'll kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'd see it as a challenge, with your soft lips as the prize. He'll smirk at your flustered state, leaning closer to you and claim that he'll be sure to ace tomorrow's test just to feel your lips on his

✧True to his words, he calls you to his office the next day after he makes sure you've seen the results of the quiz. "Well? Are my scores satisfactory enough? I've shown you the fruits of my effort, now it's time for you to fufill your promise. I'm waiting, mc." He says with a smirk as he tilts your chin up to make you look at him

✧Mammon has never really liked studying. Even if he was forced to to pick up a textbook and read through it, it'll only take a minute or two before you'd find him scrolling through devilgram or akuzon. So when the results of the pop quiz came out, you weren't surprised to see a low score but you know Mammon could do better. He just needs a little motivation!

✧He wasn't all that thrilled when you offered to help him study but it was a chance to be alone with you so he agreed. It was difficult to get him to focus at first, always deviating from the topic and trying to convince you to just hang out with him

✧He couldn't stay put and kept rambling about how studying was a waste of time so you decided to motivate him in a different way since offering to help him one on one wasn't going to work. The moment your lips touched the corner of his, he froze and stared at you with wide eyes, flushing red allover

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A moment of silence came after as Mammon processed what you just said. He then picked up the textbook he momentarily forgot and opened the page the two of you were reading earlier, suddenly motivated to study

✧"That's-- mc, ya' better keep your promise..! I'll make sure I pass the quiz so ya' better not back out when I do!" His blush darkened as he looked away from you in favor of focusing on the printed text. He tried to put in the effort to study but he'll still complain though

✧The next day, if he managed to get a passing score he'll immediately remind you of your promise to kiss him properly. Ever since then he'd ask you to study with him but when you both actually start studying he'll whine midway and tell you he needs a little motivation to continue

✧He loves his games. He probably spends more time playing than studying so when his scores suddenly dropped, you know you have to step in and help him lest he ends up getting scolded by Lucifer for neglecting his studies. You thought it'd do him well to use some of his spare time for studying rather than just playing his games and although it took a lot of effort to persuade him, he finally agreed to study with you for the upcoming quiz

✧Levi isn't all that thrilled to be studying but he's glad that he'll be spending the night alone with you. He complains and whines about the topics at first but as you start to explain how to solve each question, he started showing more interest than before but he still complains every now and then. You figured he'd do fine with tomorrow's quiz but you thought a little incentive might help motivate him to do better

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The feeling of your lips on his skin made him jump in his seat, face flushing a deep shade of red as he looks at you with wide eyes. He stutters and stumbles over his words and it takes him a while to calm down. Once he overcomes the initial shock, he'll continue revising with you and going over the notes at least twice, motivated by your promise to kiss him on the lips if he achieves an acceptable score on the quiz

✧"I did it, I passed the test with high marks! S-so you have to keep your promise, mc." His voice unconsciously raises as he spoke and he turns his gaze sideways with a bright red tint ln his cheek. It took some time for him to build up the courage to say it to you but he's been waiting all night and day for a kiss from you. After that he may not say it directly, but he will purposely not give his all when studying and indirectly mention that he might need a little motivation to continue

✧Like Lucifer, Satan's scores are never a concern. For someone as knowledgeable as him, it'd be a surprise if he got a low score. So for the sake of the narrative, let's just say he somehow got an average score and one thing led to another and now you're helping him study for the next quiz. He says he doesn't need help because he'll do fine-- no, he says he'll do better --on the upcoming quiz

✧You know he'll do fine but a little revising would still prove to be worth his time. Though, despite his previous statement, he still stayed and skimmed over his notes but you notice how he seems disinterested which is unlike him. As the two of you sit beside each other on his bed with your notes in hand, you try to think of a way to motivate him to study and that's when you came up with an idea

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The second you pulled back, you noticed how Satan flushed red and his eyes widen as he processed what you just did. The flustered expression was soon replaced with a smirk, however, as he reaches to caress your cheek

✧"Is that so? In that case, I'll study even harder to answer all the questions correctly if you keep your promise." He gives his all in revising the topics given by the professors and will occasionally remind you of your promise for when he inevitably pass with flying colors. Unsurprisingly, he appears before you to announce the results of the quiz the next day and waits for the kiss he's been wanting since last night

✧Asmo gives more focus to his appearance and his scores are often decent. He gives the bare minimum effort when it comes to his studies but as long as he doesn't fail a pop quiz then he thinks he has nothing to worry about. He may get average scores but you know he can do better if he just gives a little more effort and since Lucifer's pretty strict when it comes to his and his brothers' overall average scores

✧Convincing Asmo to study with you was surprisingly easy. You just had to mention that it would be a "one-on-one" study session and he already agreed to it. So here you are now, reciting formulas and equations while the 5th born sits beside you while painting his nails pink and teal. He keeps trying to get you to join him, to let him paint your nails as well because he apparently found a good color that he thinks would suit you. He clearly had no intention of studying so you tried to think of a way to motivate him to study

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧When you leaned towards him and quickly pecked the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but gasp and drop the nail file he was holding. He'd be so giddy and ask if you're really going to kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'll keep reminding you of your promise the whole night as you both try to study for the test

✧"I'll pass the quiz with flying colors so can't back out, hon!" He'll immediately come find you and remind you of what you promised him after the results come out. Like his 2nd eldest brother, he'll ask for your company to study but will whine not even halfway through and say he needs a little motivation to continue because studying is so tiring

✧Beel's scores are decent. Not the highest in class but definitely not the lowest. When you brought up the idea of studying together to get higher scores, he agreed almost immediately. You know he might not give it his all when revising but you know he'll at least try and focus on the topics you're going over so to try and get him to fully give his attention to studying, you thought of another way to motivate him aside from offering him food

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A quick peck to the corner of his lips had him blushing lightly and all of a sudden he feels a different type of hunger consume him. You made him a promise and he'll be sure to fulfill his end. He makes an effort to study, trying to keep his mind from wondering off, all while munching on snacks you both prepared earlier

✧"I think I scored better than last time. Will you kiss me now, mc?" He'll come to you soon after finding out how he did and ask for you to give him his promised reward. He won't use the same excuse like some of his brothers, instead he'll just ask directly if you'll kiss him like last time if he does well on the next test

✧He has probably fallen asleep during tests before. He isn't the most enthusiastic when it comes to studying and would much rather give in to his sin than open a book or review his notes from his classes. You know he could get better scores, he just needed help so you took it upon yourself to tutor him

✧Convincing him to study with you took a bit of effort, and getting him to leave the comfort of his bed was even more difficult. When you finally managed to sit him down and crack open a book or two, you weren't surprised to see him leaning on to the desk and about to doze off not even five minutes in. When you were nearly about to give up, you suddenly thought of a way that may motivate him to focus on studying

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧Feeling your soft lips press on the corner of his surprised him enough to wash the sleepiness away. He stares at you for a moment with a light blush on his cheeks then he smirks, leaning his face on his arm as he leans his weight on the desk. "Is that so? I guess I'll have to put in the extra effort tonight to study if I want you to kiss me on the lips next time. You'll keep your promise, right? Hm, mc?"

✧He'll show up in your room the next day and clings to you, laying his head on your lap as the two of you lay on your bed and he reminds you of what you said last night. When you do kiss him, he has a satisfied expression and asks you to do it again. You gave him a good excuse so every now he'll drop by your room and says he needs help studying but he just stops halfway through and says if you kiss him then he'll take studying seriously

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“The moon that chases the sunflower”

Lady Lesso x Female Reader

Request by @anonymous

Hi, I really love your writing style, you're so talented 🥹🥹 I was wondering if you could do a lady Lesso x reader in which reader is already in a relationship with lesso and she's kind of innocent and still a virgin but lesso isn't aware of that so, whenever things become heated between them, reader backs off because she's insecure and she's scared that once lesso finds out about this she's going to break up with reader. When it happens again Lesso confronts the reader and once she finds out what the problem was she's extremely soft and understanding with her and tells her that she's going to wait whenever she feels ready but then it ends with their real first time. If you can make it extremely soft and fluffy, with Leonora being a bit goofy and extra gentle to make reader more comfortable. Thanks in advance, and sorry if this request might seem dumb 😅😅

awwn thank you so much! o(>ω<)o your request is not at all dumb! i’m so happy that you like my writing enough to send something in. sorry for the delay tho (this is to all the ppl whose requests i’ve yet to finish ꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) anywho, i hope you’ll find this satisfactory dear anon.

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Some instances in life are nothing short of mysterious. One such instance includes that of a sunflower, ordinary except for her deep devotion not to her creator, the sun but to the beautiful, enigmatic moon. To the little sunflower who, since birth, has followed the sun, it is not the sun’s bright golden beam, but the moon’s silvery shine that truly fascinates her the most.

Every day, she chases the sun as it is her duty, soaking in her golden warmth, all the while longing to be enveloped in the silky coolness of her beloved moon. Every night, in a sea of sleeping sunflowers, one stands silently awake, drawn towards the moon like a moth to a flame. She admires from afar the moon’s otherworldliness; charming, curious and unequivocally out of her reach. She envies the stars that surround her beloved moon, watches with a melancholic tilt to her lips as they entertain her dearest with their dazzling twinkles and allures.

Yes. That’s right. Rejoice. Rejoice, for her happiness, after all, is my happiness.

On the very same night that the sunflower has quietly, dejectedly uttered her terrible confession, the moon declares her love for the sunflower. Although it has come as a shock, it has been a delightful shock nonetheless, and crazy in love, the sunflower unreservedly believes her.

You are the sunflower, and the moon, your lover: none other than the wicked and the wonderful, the evil and the enchanting Leonora Lesso.

She is nothing but a delightful bundle of warmth, you learn rather quickly, always kind and considerate despite her cool front and her sharp tongue. She is sweet in the way she cares for you, soft in the way she caresses your body. Her love for you is genuine, unconditional, unmistakably conveyed in her every little gesture, but unfortunately, it is the very fact itself that breeds insecurities.

The woman whom you have been enamoured of after all this time has also been in love with you. Is it not a little too good to be true?

What if she finds out that you are not what she wants, that you are not what she believes to be you? What if she decides that your lack of experience makes you a bore? Worst of all, what if she comes to realise that it has always only been a passing fancy and nothing more? Too many questions and too little courage to seek answers, due to which many a belly-butterfly-inducing moment has been ruined by deeply-rooted doubts that occasionally rear their ugly heads.

A caress of her lips can effortless reduce you to your knees, but every devastatingly delicious moment that has you craving more and more of your lover is always tailed by what-ifs and what-nots. In the face of doubts, you have foolishly done what you do best: cowering away from the one thing that you desperately desire. As absurd as your excuses are, and as frustrating as it must be for her, she has, thus far, released you without so much as a complaint. Understandably, her forbearance can only extend so far, and with another little tug from you, it reaches breaking point.

“I know that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea but alas,…” The smile that touches her lips appears fragile. Meanwhile, disappointment laces the voice that finds your ears as the tentative pad of a thumb traces the bone of your cheek. “…it did not occur to me that my own lover could find me undesirable.”

Leonora Lesso, undesirable? What nonsense is this woman talking?!

You express your denial together with an adamant shake of your head.

“You’re sorely mistaken. I-”

“Don’t.”

The beautiful face in front of you crumples as if you have physically maimed her. Fingers flee your face, silver nails leaving soft kisses along your jaw while a pair of dark stilettos carry your lover two steps farther away from you.

“I can understand if you don’t want me, but do not take me for a fool.”

When you advance to close the distance between the two of your bodies, she rejects you by taking a step back. It is the delicate feel of your touch on her face that makes her hesitate, foxy eyes falling shut as soon as your fingers crawl onto the chiselled plane of her cheek.

“Oh Leo, how can I not desire you? You’re my dream come true, everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.” Graceful digits, like a snug bracelet, catch your wrist whereas a face, like that of a touch-starved kitten, nuzzles your palm.

“Then, why? Why do you keep denying me?”

“I’ve never desired anyone else in my entire life the way I desire you. It’s a beautiful, irresistible feeling that becomes progressively powerful, but on the other hand, it does not come without challenges.” Your face seeks solace in the little dip of your lover’s throat, voice but a whisper when you divulge your secret. “I’m scared, Leo.”

“Tell me. What is it that you’re afraid of?”

She responds to the tightening of your grip on her coat by enveloping you in her arms. They hold you with so much care and delicacy, and yet, at the same time, her touch is strong and dependable, instantly offering you a sense of comfort and security. Emboldened by the new-found courage, you establish eye contact before answering resolutely.

“Failing you.”

“You foolish girl, don’t you know that I’m hopelessly in love with you?” Your chin is gingerly plucked between a forefinger and a thumb. “As long as I can have you in my arms, I care not for the rest. If it is time you need, I’ll merrily wait for you until you feel ready.” The pink blossom of a smile is sweetly pressed onto your lips, followed immediately by another cottony-soft kiss that is dropped atop your nose.

A beat of silence.

And then, you speak.

“I think I am. Ready that is.”

“Are you quite certain?”

“Have me, my Leo. I want you so bad it aches. Please have your way with me.”

“Delighted to oblige.”

She scribes poetry on your body, the stars that you have envied so much kissed into the very swell of your breasts, clusters of nebulae exploding beneath a mouth so wicked that with every suction and nibble, the dizzying twirls of her tongue has liquid lava pooling in your gut.

Once she finds satisfaction in her craft, her signature stays as a violet bloom on your hipbone. Coaxing one leg over her shoulder, warm lips ghost along the inside of your thigh while her sun-soaked strands softly kiss your knee.

The sunflower has spent the better part of her life gazing longingly upon the moon, always convinced that her devotion is, and will remain unrecognised for evermore, but presently, it is her dearest magnificent moon who has her glittering gaze fixed upon her, admiring the sunflower as though she is a goddess worthy of worship.

Your lover has one arm twined round your waist with her other hand locking around the swell of your thigh, soft flesh yielding beneath her fingertips. Meanwhile, in the sultry green of her eyes, you catch a glimpse of yourself; cheeks sanguine, lips swollen, and drenched in love bites, you look a salacious mess.

“Leo, I-ngh!”

Upon feeling the unexpected flat of a tongue between your folds, your lips fall open in a gasp. Fleeting though the touch is, the vibration from the moan that follows thereupon has your thighs quivering around a head that wears maroon mane like a crown of flaming rubies.

“Oh sweetling, you taste devilishly divine.”

Your eyes are greeted by a cheeky grin, the face of your lover the very picture of a sly fox.

“If it soothes you, my charming princess,…” After carefully unfurling your digits to release the death grip on the bedsheets, she guides your hand to her head, allowing your fingers to sink into her hair. “…do with me what you will.”

Lips stamp a dewy kiss onto your thigh before a mischievous smile finds home on them.

“Bon appétit.” So she drawls in that low sultry timbre, that tantalising tucks on your heartstrings.

You may suppose that it is her consuming you, but little do you know, she is in fact consumed by you, both body and mind, as every little mewl, every little curve of your back, every little curl of your digits amongst her strands, and every little flutter of your walls colour her downright untamed. Despite her irresistible hunger for you, she is nothing but soft and controlled in the way she handles you.

She is your devoted puppet and you, her beloved puppeteer as she dances to your every demand, always heedful of your body’s responses.

By the time your heels dig into her muscled back along with your back arching off the mattress, she doubles her efforts, seeks the little bundle of nerves and sucks it into her mouth, intent on safely escorting you to the highest of ecstasies.

It does not take much longer than a twirl and two of her tongue for you to see stars, thighs trembling helplessly as you fall apart in your lover’s embrace. The eruption of copious juices spills into the awaiting mouth of your lover, and ravenous, she laps it up down to the last drop.

When she goes to lie down beside you, you cosy up into the curve of her body, and all too happily, she receives you, cradling your naked waist as lips pepper warm delicate kisses along the sweaty plane of your forehead.

“You were so good for me darling. Simply exquisite.”

In the gentle glow of the moon, swaddled in her loving arms and drenched in rhapsodies of praises, the sunflower thrives.

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#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #character x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #the school for good and evil #sge movie #sge #sge netflix #insecurity #fluffy #soft smut

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tartigglez · 11 months

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Hello tumblr user that I don’t know

May i please suggest Zhongli and the orange heart emoji? xoxoxoxoxox

~tulip anon (i cant get to my emojisss)

"ten-twenty"

tartigglez 100 follower event!

・❥・hello dear tumblr user who i also don't know! i hope this is satisfactory

・❥・zhongli x gn!reader

・❥・0.5k

・❥・zhongli is sick (poor babie), food (soup for sick!li), zhongli doesn't understand mortal sickness, modern au, (idk why i'm warning for this but some people are grossed out by it) li blows his nose at one point

zhongli x 🧡

as an archon, sickness did not apply to zhongli. it was a problem that he never faced. so when his mortal form came down with a case of the cold, it was quite literally the most dramatic he had been with you in a very long time.

it was actually quite funny, hearing his voice go all nasally and having such a graceful and uptight man laying on your sofa as you made soup for him. of course, he didn’t find it very funny when you giggled at him.

“dear~ please stop laughing, i feel so… what’s the thing you say? ippy?”

you couldn’t control your laughter, “icky, zhong. icky.” of course you wouldn’t laugh at him if something was seriously wrong, but right now he was just a little under the weather, and would be walking around liyue like nothing had happened in a couple of days time.

“i finally understand what you mean when you say that. it’s not nice”

“i know its not nice dear, here.” you brought a bowl of the soup over to him, as well as a box of tissues. giving him a moment to sit up, you got the thermometer off the coffee table and checked his temperature again, and to your surprise it actually wasn’t too badly out of range. then you handed him the box of tissues so he could blow his nose.

“so, what is it i do again? just, exhale into it?” gosh he was clueless, how adorable. then again, how could you blame him? it's not like archons are built the same as humans, nor do they have the same bodily functions or needs, it's just a change for him, that’s all.

“yes, but hard, so you can get all the icky out”

“i can’t help but feel like you’re using that word wrong”

you looked at him with mock insult, mouth wide as you placed your hand on your chest. “well excuse me, master of linguistics!”

“haha~ i jest my dear”

after eating the bowl of soup, and making yet another pathetic attempt at blowing his nose, zhongli asked you to come back into the living room, inviting you to sit beside him, which you humbly declined, much to his dismay. opting to sit on the armchair opposite him instead

“dear, why won’t you sit near me?”

“‘li, you do realise… how sickness spreads… right?”

“uhm… yes”

“tell me how”

“well, when mortals…”

“when mortals…?” you gazed at him, raising an eyebrow.

“fine, it is in fact… a gap in my knowledge. but, i did read somewhere, that a true loves kiss cures all ails”

“archons, ‘li. you do know those books are fiction right?” you giggled at him again, laughing at his cluelessness. for someone who has spent his whole existence protecting mortals, he doesn’t seem to know much about their actual workings.

“uhm… well… you should try it anyway! kiss me better!”

let's just say, the day ended with a very long winded biology lesson about the transmission of viruses....

#cael is talking to 🌷 anon :0 #genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x you #zhongli fluff #tartigglez 100 follower event

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n0tamused · 2 years

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arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one

• Rocky beginnings

A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!

Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.

Words: 1.098

What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.

However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.

The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.

And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.

“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.

“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.

“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.

“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.

“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.

“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.

Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.

His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.

“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.

“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”

“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.

Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.

#ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #-Inazuma #Ayato x you #ayato x female reader #female reader #arranged marriage #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact drabble #n0tamused.writes #n0tamused.drabble #thoma the best cook

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beautifulpersonpeach · 10 months

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Trigger warning: BTS Book Spoiler related to Jimin and me rambling sort of.

Okay.

I'm sorry, but is this the person his solos and diet solos think can't handle things that concern him?

I mean... Jimin is really something else.

He's a menace? Can you even imagine how Jungkook has any chance, any chance at all, of ignoring Jimin's humour and charms?

His wit is so good. And I suspect his charisma is borne of his intelligence, kindness, and self awareness. The way he didn't agree until he got a satisfactory answer? This man is not doing anything that compromises his intelligence or self-respect. Ever. And it kinda sickens me that since I opened this blog I've had to deal with weird asks from his stans who feel otherwise and are obsessed with painting him as a victim.

In my opinion, but I digress.

As another Anon said,

Yes and Amen to all of that. Love Jimin. Focus on him. Celebrate the things you find special about him. Learn something from JK here:

youtube

...on how to love Jimin.

One of the things I think is special about Jimin, is how he detaches from social media frequently. I've applied it in practice to my own life and it's been helpful.

Anyway, the book is pretty good. He stole my heart a little with that elegantly crafted anecdote lol. Jimin is such a dream.

I hope you all get a chance to read it.

#jimin #park jimin #bts #kpop #bangtan #jikook #kookmin #Youtube

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Can you do a part two of Tommy and the girl he adopt from the orphanage I gotta see more of her relationship with Noah Solomon’s. And I beg an plead can you do a scene where the whole family goes to the fair and Noah’s there with Alfie. She’s riding on the Ferris wheel with like a friend or something she might be in a fight lol it’s Noah an please I beg you use the scene from the note book where Noah jumps up and hangs from the beg her to go forgive him. But she cheekily undoes his pants like Allie did and her whole family and alfie are watching it unfold !! Please

Dear Anon,

I wanted this so badly that I let this request jump the que. I've never seen the notebook and I had a different slightly more ridiculous scenario that popped into my head hopefully this is satisfactory!

Warnings: Angry dads, peaky typical violence, kissing, suggested sexual content, Aunt Polly loves you enough to stay up all night.

Part 1

There were a lot of things your parents did right and knowing how to motivate you to do well was one of them.

The fair was in town that weekend and if you got top marks on your finals, they would take you, and if you got okay marks Esme and John said they would take you behind their back. But you wanted to see your dad at the fair.

Lizzie always looked out of place because of how beautiful she looked. While Tommy always looked out of place because he looked like he was coming from a funeral or causing one. The thought of him taking you to the fair brought you a whole mix of feelings. Part of you thought it was funny, the other remembered how badly you’d wanted your dad to take you when you were little.

When Noah called to let you know that he and his family were also planning on going you refused to acknowledge the looming possibility that it could go horrifically wrong. He’d called to ask if it would be better that they go on a different day, but you assured him that was ridiculous. In your eyes, they were business friends. But still friends, no reason to give each other a hard time or cause a scene.

“Don’t worry about it Noah, I’m sure they will manage” You fought to get the words out in a reasonable tone. “If any problems come up, I’ll have us leave right away.”

“Don’t worry about it love, If things kick up on our end we can leave. I know how much you wanted to go.” His voice was like honey, and you just wanted to drown in it forever. God and he cared so much.

“That’s really sweet of you. I- I think it will be fine.” You said with a smile you hoped he could hear.

“I’ll call you before bed” There was a loud commotion behind him and you assumed he must be calling you from his dad’s work.

“And I’ll answer.” You responded back. Since you were going steady he’d call you every night before bed. Sometimes to chat, other times just to tell you he hoped you slept well. The line went dead and you let out a triumphant squeal.

Your dad flung open the study door scanning the room. Looking around the room and finding nothing out of place or alarming, his face fell and he let out a sigh.

“What's he done this time eh? Bloody boy -” He continued to grumble but you cut him off with a big hug. Normally you kept your screams of excitement and any loud noises to an absolute minimum because you hated how it set him off. War flashed in his eyes every time, you never knew what to do so you just hugged him and hope it helped.

“Nothing, nothing. Just excited to go to the fair.”

“Nothing to do with the Solomons also going to the fair then?” He responded easily holding you back. Your eyes went wide and you pulled away enough to look up at him. “That’s right us dad’s talk you know.” You froze up even more. Did Noah talk about you? Did Alfie?

“What do you talk about?” He looked at you for a long second holding you in suspense.

“Business and now thanks to you coordinated trips to the fair.” He sighed.

“Wait. Wait. Wait. He coordinate it? Like he, you know, he tried to get us all there at the same time?”

“According to Alfie, he won’t shut up about it. Wants us all to get along or something started talking about family trips out to the beach house, proposing after graduation, moving you off to London,” He watched your face twist up in horror before tickling you.

“DAD!” You shouted pushing his hands off you. He moved past you to put his briefcase on his desk.

“Caught your mother listening in on the phone with Esme in the kitchen.” He smiled at you and it was enough that you stopped bothering him even though you wanted to. “Not my fault, your mother knows no boundaries, trust me.”

“I’ll have to sort that out later.” You said sternly. You already knew that they listened in that’s why you had come up with codded phrases and words.

“Can we go still go then?” You asked him hesitantly.

“I’m not going to cause a gang fight at a family fair,” He said giving you a look that made you feel bad for implying such things. “ I know how to behave myself, it's Alfie we need to watch out for.”

You made a mental note to ask John what the history was between the two men next time he was drunk.

“So that’s a yes?” You asked hopefully.

“It’s not a no.” He answered back and you did a happy dance. “Now go bother your mother for invading your privacy, I have a lot to do”

You ran out of his study and went right into the kitchen, opening the door suddenly, startling the women on the other side. It wasn't even dinner yet and you could see that their faces were already quite rosy. You stared at them for a moment like you felt Tommy would, and they sat there looking suspicious.

“Noah’s going to be at the fair, with his family.” They both nodded and hummed, you watched Esme look out the window and Lizzie focus her attention on the napkin in front of her. “But I’m sure you already knew that”

You laughed as they both started blaming each other and rambling excuses. Normally it would irritate you but nothing could dampen your mood today.

“So naturally I’ll need help figuring out what to wear,” You said letting them off the hook. You watch the relief and Esme playfully smacked you on the bottom.

“Don’t do that your Aunty. I’m an old woman now!” She scolded

“If you're an old woman what does that make me eh?” Lizzie shot back. They continued on bantering and you claimed your usual spot at the table. Polly eventually showed up and joined in.

Where ever the women were, the men were usually not far behind. No better way to spend a Friday night than drinking with your family till the sun comes up. It was loud and your ribs always hurt afterward from laughing and singing. As things were starting to come to an end you sat on Tommy’s lap and got awarded your one alcoholic drink of the night.

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Getting to the fair was surprisingly easy. Everyone was going but they were taking their own cars, except you were picking up Polly. She slid into the back seat looking mighty hungover from the night before despite it being nearly 5 o’clock in the evening.

She had her sunglasses on and before you said anything to her she held her hand up to silence you. She got settled and put her head on your shoulder tasking you with being a good pillow.

After weeks of waiting and working hard, you were finally there. You followed your cousins leaving the parents to walk around at their own pace.

You went along with whatever they wanted to do while you waited for Noah to get there. More than anything you wanted a kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel. Something your mind had cooked up in the many fantasies about how the day was going to go. Something that motivated you when you would start falling asleep on your textbook.

You were determined to get that kiss at the top.

Until you bumped into Roger. Why did gangsters think sending all their kids to the same school was a good idea?

“Ah! There you are! Was hoping I’d bump into you.” He smile at you and your stomach turned into a knot.

“Hi, Roger.” You said politely. “Was just about to go -”

“Come with me on the Ferris wheel, Eh?” He cut you off making you even more annoyed. But the line was moving and he looped his arm into yours. The only way out of it would be to cause a big scene. His eyes narrowed and you got dragged towards the little, pink car. Once off this contraption you were going make this boy's life a living hell. Before all the way in you made one more scan of the crowd for your dad somehow thinking he’d be the answer to all of this.

He started droning on about how you should go on some dates with him, get to know his family, leaving Noah behind. You felt your face get hot with anger, tears threatening to spill over on how such a terrible boy could cause such problems in your life. You should have started beating on him. Done something other than just go along with it. Your mind got worse and worse, as the thing started to move, you immediately regretted your decision of coming at all.

You started to panic being in a space with this asshole, while also moving away from the ground. Your heart started to hammer and your hands got shaky.

“You afraid, love?” He challenged, placing his hand on your knee suggestively. You pushed his hand away fighting the urge to start smacking him, it would only rock the car sending you into a fit. You tried desperately to focus on your breathing. After this was over you could run straight to your dad and leave. Go home to where it was safe. When suddenly the car made a horrid swinging motion.

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“What do you mean she’s on the Ferris wheel?” Shock washed over Noah as he looked up towards the contraption. All you had talked about was how badly you wished he could come so they could ride the bloody thing.

“I thought she was up there with you,” Finn said coldly. Noah could tell Finn wasn't thrilled with the situation. He looked up and recognized Rodger’s navy blue cap. After his vile comments about her circulated to Noah he'd told her to stay as far away from him as possible. Realizing what he could be up to with her trapped in there all his sensibility disappeared.

Without thinking, or remembering his fear of heights, he was overcome with anger.

“That fucking bastard!” The words were out of his mouth as he charged towards the ride. The thought of him putting his hands on you trapped in that stupid pink car was enough to send him over the fence and leaping up into the air.

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“Pulling my boy away from his faith. That’s what your little harlot of a daughter is doing.” Alfie said making Tommy’s fists clench. He could tell that Alfie regretted his choice of words without him saying anything so he let it go.

“Your dodgy son is going to drag her right back to the sewers.” He answered smoothly. And that's exactly what the boy was going to do. Drag her right back into the life he fought to pull the family out of.

“Should have raised her better.” He quipped back. Lizzie came and took his arm.

“Lovely girl you got there Mrs. Shelby,” Alfie said politely. “I haven't had the pleasure yet but I’ve heard a lot about her.”

“Likewise! Noah seems to have made quite the impression on her.” Lizzie smiled politely. Tommy looked around for any type of distraction when he noticed a boy hanging from the Ferris wheel. A commotion of yelling was going on when he noticed that it was his kid in the fucking car.

“Fuck!” Tommy took off towards the ride not able to do anything other than get to her as soon as possible. Dumb fucking kids were going to send her to her death fucking around like that.

Once he got close he could hear the shouting match. Of course, it was that stupid boy -

“What’s your girl done, that’s got my boy dangling 20ft in the air?!” Alfie demanded and it took everything in Tommy to avoid pulling his gun.

“WHY IS YOUR SON TRYING TO KILL HER EH?” He screamed back. He heard her let out a yelp and their attention refocused on the commotion in the sky.

“NOAH DON’T ITS NOT WORTH IT.” he hated seeing her in so much distress. He was either going to shoot someone or puke. Or both.

“YES IT FUCKING IS. HE’S DEAD. FUCKING DEAD.”

“WHO’S DEAD?” Lizzie screamed up causing him to jump.

“ROGER” The two of them screamed down in unison.

“YOU KILLED HIM THEN?” Alfie shouted and Tommy wondered how on earth his life decisions put him in such a ridiculous situation.

“NOT YET” Noah called down. Tommy hated the boy, more than anything. But watching his daughter's hands hold on to the edge and the conviction in his eyes to keep her away from the Roger boy, he had to say it was something he thought only himself capable of at that age.

The boy climbed into the car causing it to lurch. Tommy instinctively moved forward as if he could somehow catch her. Once the car steadied he didn't need to be there to know what was happening.

The car moved to the top taking them out of view.

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Noah didn't waste any time. His fist mashed against Roger's face what felt like a hundred times. It was quick and the other boy didn't stand a chance. You looked at his hands, red knuckles split open, the way his arms looked with his sleeves rolled up. How he was out of breath, the fact that he did all of that for the worry that a boy might harm you.

The violence was a part of life in the peaky blinders, and while it was still alarming to you, you knew that if anyone in your family had found out about it later, a story much the same as the one unfolding before you would have been written just the same.

Same story, but this did something much different to you. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Not because you were at the top of a stupid Ferris Wheel, but because he was just so unbelievably hot.

It was over in seconds and he looked at you causing your heart to stop.

“Fuck” he breathed pushing the hair from his face. “You alright?!” he moved to kneel in front of you, his hands running over you. “Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?”

You could only sort of hear him as your eyes focused in on his mouth. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to you slotting your lips together.

You felt his hands grip onto you tightly, causing you to moan. You were happy to be out of view from the congregation of angry parents. Suddenly your mind was filled with all the sorts of things you needed from him, things you’d have to find a way to ask for. He broke the kiss as you realized the ride was coming back down. He sat down next to you, and quickly fixed your top and adjusted the pendant on your necklace. You were grateful that his mind was still functioning, you were in shock that people could make each other feel such things.

Never in your life had you seen people kiss like that, you didn't know that’s what people felt when they looked at each other. Suddenly you wondered how anyone managed to get anything done. Why get out of bed when you could feel like this?

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“She’s going to be the death of him,” Alfie whispered.

“If he - fuck - I swear -” Tommy was too upset to form words.

“I know. He won’t” Alfie answered back and there was an honesty in his eyes that he trusted.

“I’d destroy you.” Lizzie put her hand on his arm in warning.

“I know.”

Tommy gave him a curt nod in response. Then they set in on getting the crowd to disperse.

“RIDE CLOSED BY ORDER OF THE PEAKY BLINDERS” Arthur called out firing his gun in the air. It wasn't what Tommy would have done, drawing even more attention to the messy situation but once that pink car was down he was grateful everyone had fucked off.

He assessed the situation carefully, his daughter looked fine, flushed, but okay. His arm was around her and that seemed to be where her focus was. The boy had an impressive red hand, hanging off of her shoulder.

Once the door was open, he knew exactly who this Roger was, and his father was going to -

“Drive by tomorrow morning at the paper shop?” Alfie said reading his mind.

“Bit extreme isn't it? Surely we should go for something more personal?” Lizzie said casually.

“I’ll call you later,” Tommy answered. He didn’t have to speak or move. She spoke to the boy with a look of affection and then ran to his side immediately. A look of apology was written on her face.

“We’ll deal with this,” Alfie told him, before giving Noah a look of pride. He would thank him for it later. He put his arm around her and the family all moved out in a unit piling into black cars.

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Everyone had gone home, except Polly insisted on staying over. In some ways, you were grateful as your parents were in the study arguing. There was a knock at the door and Polly poked her head in.

“Oh what’s that face for, got a boy who’s willing to fight for ya.” She gave you a soft smile.

“I feel terrible. I don’t know if he will forgive me.” Tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Noah? Hardly your fault -”

“Dad.” You corrected her. He couldn't even look at you, the car ride home was spent in silence. He’d shut himself into the study as soon as he got home. After Lizzie knew you were alright she went in after him and they’d been shouting since. Polly snorted.

“Don’t ever worry about Thomas. He worries about himself.” Polly said with an edge to her voice you didn’t like. You watched her face as she thought about it for a moment. “He loves us all the best way he knows how. He’s done things - that none of us should have forgiven him for. But we do because we are family. The same kindness will be shown to you.” She lit a cigarette as if it would chase the unwanted feelings away. “Not that you fucked up at all. You chose to not cause a public scene thinking he would probably just try to chat you up. But that’s the problem with these boys. They think the whole world is being handed to them from their fathers, so they can take as they please.”

You thought about what she was saying, hoping that it didn’t apply to Noah.

“Can I bring him over for tea? I want someone to meet him.” You wanted some advice or approval. Bringing him to Polly would be the least stressful, but if Lizzie found out she’d be hurt, Esme would also be pissed. You sighed.

“Think he’s got you beat love.” You followed where her eyes were focused and saw him climbing up over the balcony railing fighting with the flowing green vines.

“I’ll leave you two alone then.” She winked at you with a smile. “I’ll try to keep an eye out for your dad” She got up and left you making you feel a whole wave of nerves. You went over to the glass door and opened it.

“Shit did your aunt see me?”

“Yeah, she knows. Said she’d give us a bit of space.” You hoped that he wasn’t going to hurt you, that conversation with Polly was definitely unfinished, but she wouldn’t have left you with him if she wasn’t sure that it was alright.

“Will you be in trouble?” He brushed the foliage off of his clothes giving you a look of concern that erased all of your worries.

“She said she’d keep an eye for dad.” You shrugged and smiled at him.

You motioned for him to come in and watched as he looked over your room. Its structure was fit for a princess but it was covered in pictures and postcards from family members as they traveled. Scarves and charms hung from the ceiling, most of them made at Polly’s house. A large brown stuffed bear beside your pillow that Tommy had gotten you for your first Christmas together, a charm that may include one of his stolen cufflinks, and one of Lizzie’s earrings hug directly above your bed watching over you. Most people said it looked like a jungle, but Polly assured you it was a temple worth being proud of.

“It’s a bit much but erm”

“It’s great.” He smile at you, and all you could think about was throwing yourself at him. What would you do after kissing? What had he done before you? Your stomach twisted unsure of what his expectations were of you.

“I called, before I could get a word in he told me to fuck off, then hung up the phone. Wanted to make sure you were alright after everything.” You blushed in embarrassment and also resisted the urge to laugh.

“Sorry-”

“It’s alright.” He stopped you before you could start apologizing. You pulled him down to sit on the bed and the two of you started talking about what happened, how his dad handled it, and what you were going to do about the parents.

He was very considerate, trying to take on the bulk of the responsibility, always checking in for what you wanted from the situation. The more you talked the more you leaned into him. The more you settled against his shoulder the heavier your eyes got.

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Polly listened outside the door, for safety of course. Boys were unpredictable in the sense that they were very predictable. After watching the boys in this family cause unspeakable damage she was going to be sure that boy treated her right.

Listening to his offer to come over tomorrow morning to talk to Tommy, and offering her every possibility under the sun to make things easier on her. He even suggested taking the whole family out for dinner. She responded kindly saying she’d ask her mother what was best. Then he started asking what she wanted out of a relationship with him.

Polly’s heart gave a painful twitch, it was entirely too personal a conversation to be listening to, but curiosity kept her glued to the spot. There was an innocence that was only possible from young love, but they were handling it much better than she ever did. Talking about all sorts of things rather than running into trouble and heartbreak. After it got very quiet - she risked poking her head in to see them both passed out. She wished she could get a photo, just to keep stashed away.

Shutting the door, she moved down the stairs to see if Thomas was done shouting his heart out. Putting her ear against the door she could just make out what they were saying.

“If anything happens to her it’s my fault. It’s always my fault.” His voice was thick with a heavy sadness she didn't think him capable of expressing.

“Leaving her there would have been a life worse than death, I’ve walked both paths, this one is a million times better,” Lizze assured him quietly.

“Promise me I haven't ruined her life?” He was just above begging, but not by much. Her heart went out to that little boy that wasn't too much younger than her. Sweeter than ever, determined to be better than his father. Realizations set in about him that took him in a different light.

“Promise,” Lizzie said softly. Polly remembered the way they used to talk to each other and wondered how a mouthy teenager accomplished what saints couldn't.

“And what if he knocks her up then?” An edge of panic in his voice confirmed that he was indeed thawed out to something close to the man he was before all the madness.

“He’d be no better than you,” Lizzie responded sharply, and Polly hoped they wouldn't start at it again.

“I’m sorry.” He choked on the words. “For all of it, for John, Grace, for Ruby. All of it was me, and I -” He was cut off and a whole commotion of passionate sounds erupted.

They were going to seek peace in each other in the best way they knew how. Polly moved back upstairs and settled into her room, keeping the door open for any problems. Pouring herself a whiskey she wondered if ever there would be a man for her. Picking up her book she hoped it would keep her own loneliness at bay.

She stayed up making sure to wake the two of them up to say goodbye before Tommy woke up. The boy awkwardly apologising and stumbling over his thank yous. After he was out the balcony her attention set in on the girl.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

“Ah, what are Aunties for eh?” She smiled. “Tea or are we having a lie-in?”

“Tea,” she said brightly. “We have lots to talk about.”

Going down to the kitchens, Polly was not surprised to find the contents of Tommy’s office in shambles.

“What happened?!”

Polly only gave her a look and laughed at the disgusted look her face twisted into. “I think it's best we let them sleep in.”

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More might be planned…. Any Ideas?

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#Peaky blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy shelby #Thomas Shelby #Tommy Shelby x lizzie shelby #Thomas Shelby x Lizze Shelby #Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Stark #Lizzie Stark #Lizzie Shelby #Polly gray #Alfie Solomons #Tommy Shelby & Alfie Solomons #Noah Solomons

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violetlunette · 2 months

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ooh how about Surface Pressure from Encanto? maybe Silver feels like he’s under a lot of stress and needs to be perfect all the time and can’t allow himself to relax (that’s the only thing i can think of but do whatever u want with this lol)

In reference to this

The Song: Surface Pressure from Encanto

I hope this is satisfactory, anon! Thank you for your patience!

“Hey, you okay?” ‘No.’ No, he wasn’t. Silver wasn’t okay at all. In fact, he felt sick. His mind was spinning like never-ending tornado anxiety as nausea swelled all the way to his throat. His muscles and bones ached with fatigue, threatening to knock him off his feet, throw him to the ground, and knock him out cold. But Silver couldn’t reveal that to anyone. How could he? How could Silver say that, under the surface, he constantly worried about everything? He was constantly worried that something was going to hurt them. Including Malleus, who—under the influence of the blot, which twisted, and twisted his desire to make everyone happy—had become a monstrous version of himself. The Dragon Prince had even lashed out at Silver and Sebek with the intent to harm them—maybe even worse. How could Silver admit to anyone, especially his comrade, who stood so bravely, that he was terrified that Malleus would find them? Especially now, when Lilia was the most vulnerable he had ever been and didn’t even know it. With his memory gone, Lilia was vulnerable to Malleus’ manipulation and spells. Silver hated to doubt the man who raised him, but if Malleus were to appear, would Lilia be able to defend himself against the tainted prince? No, Silver wouldn’t risk that—he couldn’t. He would protect them—protect them all! But could he do that? Could Silver keep everyone safe? What’s more, what about Malleus himself? On top of keeping everyone safe, Silver had to save Malleus as well! After all, the same blot that changed his prince from a kind, benevolent ruler to a deluded madman was killing him. How long did Malleus have before the Phantom drained his life force? If Silver failed to reach him in time... The pressure built inside him until he felt like he would burst. Every breath was like the tick, tick, tick of a bomb counting to explode, the drip, drip, drip of a facet ready to burst, a crack, crack, crack of glass about to shatter, and more. The mental pressure gripped his throat and nearly choked the life out of him, and his worries drowned him like a sailor lost in the waves. What if he failed? What if Silver didn't reach Malleus in time, and the Phantom swallowed the prince? What would happen to the other students? To Sebek? To Lilia? Silver felt his muscles tighten in readiness to fight whatever he had to to save everyone. He didn’t care that he felt so ill that he could throw up. He didn’t care how his back and knees bent from pain and fatigue that clouded his eyes in a red haze. He would stand. All that mattered to Silver was saving them. If he couldn’t persevere, then there was no way he could call himself a knight. And if he wasn’t a knight, then that meant that all his dreams and all the work Lilia put into raising him were for nothing. So, he would stand. He would fight. He would run. He would defend. He would NOT break. He wouldn’t allow it! Not when so many were counting on him and the ones he loved were suffering. His school friends were trapped in a dream that may never end. Sebek had broken into tears for Malleus and his suffering. Lilia was reliving his time at war, which must have been painful for a man who valued peace. And Malleus—Malleus was suffering more than any of them. In comparison, Silver’s feelings—well, they caused enough trouble, didn’t they? With that in mind, Silver pushed his bubbling emotions back down and hid them beneath a stoic expression, one that thankfully came naturally to him. “I’m fine,” he assured the others. “So please… don’t worry about me.” No cracks. No breaks. No pressure. At least, not above the surface.

#twst #twisted wonderland #mine #Twst Disney Song Prompt #so small confession #while I relate to what the song's trying to say I really don't like this song #I don't like the way its sung or the lyrics #but the music video is nice #twst silver #silver vanrouge #silver twst #silver twisted wonderland #twst prompt #twst ficlet #twst spoilers #twst book 7 #twst book 7 spoilers #book 7 spoilers

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shiny-jr · 9 months

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Hi shiny, how's my favourite author? Everything okay? I hope you're doing well, please don't overwork yourself <3

Anyway, do you have any tips on writing the introduction of a story? I have an idea of how I want it to go but introductions are the hardest part for me to write lol. No matter what I do, it just doesn't feel satisfactory.

That's all, have a great day shiny <3

Hello, anon. I'm your favorite author? Wow. Thank you?? I'm good though, don't worry. Trying to use spare time I have now to read and write, catch up on some video games, watch some new movies/series I've had on my list now. Basically everything I couldn't do when I was busying studying.

As for tips for intros, well, usually I'll write whatever comes to mind. Often times I'll go back after a while and find that I don't really like the intro I wrote so I'll redo it, and when that happens, I'll look for inspiration from either my previous works, or other posts I enjoy. Don't worry though, I get it, it's hard being satisfied with an intro because you're stuck wondering "will people read this and be hooked or just drop it and look for something else?" If you get really stuck, you can always ask friends for opinions on the intro you wrote. That's what I do sometimes too.

Oh, speaking of intros, there's been like two I've been thinking of a lot recently for movies I went to go watch. Maybe it might inspire you, maybe it won't but this is just me talking so don't mind me.

The first intro I'll mention is from the new Spiderverse movie. I'm not kidding when I tell you I went to go see that movie like four or five times, one of which was in a completely different country so it was dubbed. But anyways. That intro? Damn. It quickly catches viewers up to speed on a summarized version of the previous movie, whether you watched it or not, while involving Gwen's feelings on the matter and on future matters at the same time. I loved it, it was great.

Another intro I saw just yesterday was for Oppenheimer which I went to go see in IMAX and let me tell you, that was a hell of an experience. One scene in the intro that I remember so vividly was a sea of flames from what I assume was an atomic bomb, and a quote appeared from the dark and ashes while the flames were still filling the entire screen. The quote was, "Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to man. For this he was chained to a rock and tortured for eternity." A quote is another cool tool you can use in your intro, because for example, that quote while not directly mentioning the movie's story or its characters, it perfectly encompassed what the movie's main character experienced.

#shiny speaks

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babyghouly · 2 years

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A Thoughtful Thank You

Pair: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader; Eddie Munson x Friend!Reader; Eddie Munson x Insecure!Reader

Genre: Pure Marshmallow Fluff, Pining (Mainly Reader)

Words: ~4k

Summary: You attempt to help your friend, Eddie, graduate as you can see the potential in him and know he just needs some extra help to get it done. After a fateful encounter one night he finds out a secret of yours that you’ve been hiding. This leaves him with the perfect gift idea to thank you for the time you spent helping him pass his classes, something no one has ever done for him before.

Disclaimer: I understand this fic takes place in a High School setting and it could be uncomfortable for some to read it w/o me stating this so I will say it here: Reader is 18 years old! :-)

Warnings: Cursing, Embarrassment (reader)

Notes from Ghoul: This one came to me as I freaking love plushies (as you will read about later in the fic)!! The prompt idea comes from this anon I sent in to the lovely @bunnywritesmarvel and the amount of love it got I decided to reveal myself and write away!! Hope you guys like fluff and plushies too!! ALSO, Please don’t be afraid to reblog and let me know what you think. I would really appreciate it :)

Ghoul’s Masterlist

Tags: @staygoldwriting @akwzilla @creme-bruhlee @hellfire-wren

The school day was almost finished at Hawkins High and students were restless waiting for the last bell of the day to dismiss them. You found yourself trying to keep yourself awake while Mr. Donaghy finished off the lecture for the day. English was not your favorite subject, but you still wanted to do well in the class to keep your grades satisfactory for college.

Soon enough, the end of day bell rang and concluding announcements began, reminding us of upcoming events and calling those needing to report to the office. Most of the time you ignore them as they never concern you, but your ears pricked up when you heard the name Edward Munson, being called down to Principal Higgins' office. Eddie is a friend of yours and you had a study session after school today with him. He was also your ride home so you made your way to the office to meet with him once he was finished with Principal Higgins.

You reached the office right as Eddie was walking out, giving his head a shake and rolling his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever"

"What was that about?" You asked curiously.

He placed his arm around your shoulders as he directed you in the opposite direction of the library, "Ah nothing, I just have to go to after school detention, that's all."

"What?" You looked up at him with your face scrunched in confusion.

He shrugged, causing his metal lunchbox to hit your upper arm lightly as it swayed from the movement, "I guess having too many unexcused absences in your classes can result in the school forcing its faculty and degenerates to huddle together like it's the Stanford Prison experiment."

"Don't call yourself that, Eds." You scolded him, you really hated when he degraded himself even if it was just jokingly, "You know that's not true, and so do I."

Despite what most people think, including yourself at one point, Eddie is actually a really intelligent person. You found this out at the beginning of your senior year, which was his third senior year. He was in your American History class in the first semester and a couple weeks into the new school year, you were paired up with him for a project. Although you knew Eddie well as he was the leader of Hellfire, you were still reluctant to have him as a project partner. You hated that you felt this way because you knew he was an amazing person, but you knew there had to be a reason why he flunked senior year twice.

With that said, however, your prejudice was quickly put to rest the day you guys began the project. Eddie was extremely knowledgeable on the topic assigned, even more so than you. Although where he struggled was putting his thoughts together onto paper as he was easily distracted and got side tracked when explaining things. Needless to say, the majority of the project was his words which you fact checked and wrote into coherent statements to be arranged onto a poster. This project earned Eddie his first A- in quite some time and you could see his face light up when he saw the mark you guys earned, even if he tried his best to hide it.

Seeing that he has the potential to do well and probably just needed the motivation, you wanted to help Eddie with all the classes you could. Although it took some time to convince him, and you're not really sure what sparked it, he eventually agreed to become your study buddy for the remainder of his senior year. You met up pretty much everyday after class, and you're now creeping up on the last few weeks of classes before exams. If all goes well, Eddie will be graduating with you, Jeff, and Robin and you couldn't be happier for him. Although, with this detention, you're concerned it might set him back inches before the finish line.

You and Eddie reached the assigned detention room and he scoffed, taking his arm off your shoulder, "Well, I know they think I'm a degenerate, so it's their words, not mine" He peered into the detention room and pointed a finger to it, "See, normally a degenerate like myself would skip this bullshit detention, but Higgins is threatening my graduation if I don't attend, so…" His words trailed off letting you fill in the gaps.

"No study session today?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"Right you are, Y/N/N" He crossed his arms with a matter of fact look painted on his face, "but I can make it up to you by stopping by your place after I get out of this shithole"

"Don't worry about it, Ed," You shook your hands rejecting his offer, "The Y/L/N Fam is going out of town tonight and I won't be back home until like 9:30 or 10. You know the rules."

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, 'no delinquents in the house after 9pm'' Mocking your parents' tone of voice.

The rule was actually 'no friends in the house after 9pm' but when you told Eddie about having Robin over for a sleepover one day, he got his nose out of joint and assumed they only meant him and others like him. Which might have been true, but the Buckley’s are close family friends and Eddie is just your friend not your family's.

The teacher supervising detention today came outside to close the door after all the students, minus Eddie, were accounted for.

"Mr. Munson, you have 3 seconds to get in this classroom or I will mark you as absent" The teacher scolded him, "one…"

"I'll see you tomorrow Ed,"

"Two,"

"Try to be a good boy in detention, okay?" You chuckled, saluting a goodbye. Eddie's face flushed pink and he smirked lightly.

Milliseconds before the teacher said three, Eddie scuttled past him into the detention room, yelling a dramatic goodbye to you.

You turned away quickly, headed towards the school's exit in hopes of finding Robin, well mainly Steve, to bum a ride off of. Heaving the exit door open, you scanned the parking lot to see if they were anywhere, but the parking lot was clear of any cars and people that you recognized, besides Eddie's van. You huffed, kicking the gravel below you and started on your journey back home.

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When you got home, your feet were aching and you were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your mom welcomed you home, but the only response you could muster up was a disgruntled, "Yeah, yeah" before heading up to your room to attempt to complete your homework alone.

You won't lie, you were disappointed that your study session with Eddie was canceled. The pair of you have been studying and playing D&D pretty much everyday since the beginning of the school year so you missed your after school companion. And while you helped Eddie with his classes, he also reciprocated the deed and helped you with your classes as well.

Much to your surprise, he excelled in Latin and English, two subjects that you struggled a lot with. In fact, if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have completed your book report on George Orwell's 1984 which was worth a significant portion of your grade. Although your comprehension wasn't any less than your average 12th grader, you really struggled keeping your focus when reading books. Silence killed you on the inside, but any noise distracted you resulting in complete frustration while reading.

Once you expressed this to Eddie one day, he wasted no time picking up the book and reading it aloud to you. Being a dungeon master really aided this experience as well because he could easily slip into various voices to keep you entertained and listening. He even helped you with the discussion questions assigned, providing you with a different perspective than your own. In that moment, you felt like you really lucked out meeting Eddie as you mutually supported one another in a way no other friendship of yours has.

In your room, you sat at your desk and rummaged through your binder for your homework. Breezing through your favourite subjects first, pre calc and physics, what was left was English and Latin. Your English assignment was already finished, but needed a brief review to make sure you didn't miss anything. As for Latin, all you needed to do was study for the upcoming quiz, but it only took five minutes of studying before you tapped out. Just in time your mom called to you that it was time to head out so you jumped at the opportunity to leave the Latin behind.

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Upon returning home from the family outing the first thing you did was get into comfortable pajamas. You decided on your favourite pair as they were just washed and still smelled of fresh laundry. The alarm clock on your bedside table read 9:53 and you contemplated whether you should sleep for the night or try to cram in some studying before bed.

Choosing to study, you got out your notes to begin your second attempt at studying. Some of the content you could remember thanks to Eddie, but the most recent material still left you confused. With that said, you still made lots of progress before calling it quits again.

I'll just finish studying in the morning, you thought heading towards your bed.

One side of your bed was up against the wall and it held a mountain of all the plushies you collected over the years. You scanned each plush before deciding which was the lucky stuffie to cuddle with you tonight. Your eyes met with Marcia, your little lamb plushie, and your heart warmed. Apologizing to the other plushies on your bed, you grabbed Marcia and held her close as you attempted to go to sleep.

Drifting off, you were suddenly awakened by a light tapping noise. It continued and you recognized a pattern in the tapping. Morse code?

E. D.

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E. D.

Ed? This must be some freakish coincidence, why the hell would Eddie be here?

You got up from your bed and made your way to the window. Moving the curtain, you were met with a familiar face, Eddie, who was crouched down on top of the roof. How he managed to get up here you don't know, but you mouthed the words "what the fuck?" to him and he gestured for you to open the window.

You weren't sure why Eddie showed up unannounced this late at night, but you were slightly panicked. You were worried about waking your parents up only for them to find you with Eddie on the roof of the house. On top of that, he has never been in your room before. Therefore he doesn't know about your love for soft plushies and the embarrassing pile that you had of them on your bed.

This secret was something only your family and Robin knew as you know people have been made fun of at school for having even just one plushie on their bed at this age. For these reasons, your plan was to shoo Eddie away for the night regardless of what he wanted. Prepared to get him to go home, you opened the window.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered angrily as to not cause a commotion that might wake up your sleeping parents.

"I-" His voice started out loud but caught himself before continuing, "I said I'd stop by to make it up to you for missing our study session."

"Do you even have your homework with you?" You answered, looking at his person to see if had a binder, textbook, papers, anything school related on him, but you couldn't see anything.

A mischievous grin took over his face and he shook his head.

You were now questioning his real intentions of coming here, understanding why your parents were harsh about their rule especially with Eddie, "Then why are you actually here?"

"Don't I help you too? You have Latin or English homework, right?"

You scoffed at his ridiculousness, "I finished that when I got home, all I have to do is finish studying for Latin tomorrow morning and I'll be fine. Good night, Eddie!"

Shit, you probably shouldn't've mentioned Latin.

You attempted to shut the window, but his hand caught it before it could shut, "I'll look over your notes, make sure everything is looking… spiffy."

You let out an annoyed sigh, "Fine, just give me a second to move things around so you don't make noise coming in"

Letting go of the curtains, you made your way back over to your bed and quickly threw a blanket over your plushie pile, apologizing to them again for the abrupt darkness they would be experiencing. Back at your window, you rearranged the things on top of your dresser, allowing Eddie to make it through the open window cleanly. His feet made a slight noise after jumping down from the dresser and you both froze for a second to hear if there was movement from the hallway at all. Once the coast was clear, you made your way to your desk.

While you rummaged through your binder to find your English and Latin homework that Eddie would look over, Eddie was looking around your room. Like his room, you had band posters hung up on your wall. The Cars, Journey, Duran Duran, and Tears For Fears. Some of it was art and postcards. Eddie blushed when he saw one of his drawings that he gave you pinned on your corkboard, he immediately ripped it out of his notebook after you told him how cool it looked and gave it to you. That was months ago, but you still had it displayed.

Your hushed voice broke the silence, "Y'know, there isn't much to go over, I don't know why you insisted on coming in here."

"Maybe I just missed you and wanted to see you, would you accept that as an answer?" He confessed, tripping over a fallen stuffie from your bed.

There were butterflies in your stomach fluttering at his words, even if he was just joking around.

Eddie picked up the teddy bear he had tripped on and brought it over to you, "Who's this?"

Unsure of what he was talking about, you looked over and your eyes met with Teddy's.

Your face felt hot and you grabbed Teddy from his hands, "Nothing, i-it's just a teddy bear, ha-have you never seen one before?"

"Of course I've seen a teddy bear before, I just assumed it'd have a name that's all"

Upon finding your homework, you handed Eddie the papers to replace what was once Teddy.

"Here, just let me know if there is anything wrong with what I've put in and we can go over it." Your head was looking down at Teddy, fiddling with his fur.

Eddie paced around while looking through your answers when something caught his eye. More stuffies piled on your bed peeking through a blanket that was far too small to cover all of them. He stopped looking at your notes and made his way to your bed and sat down.

Hearing the springing noises of your bed, you were once again concerned with Eddie's intentions for tonight and shot your head behind you to see what was going on. Your eyes widened as you saw Eddie beginning to lift up the blanket hiding your plushies.

Running towards him, you swatted his hands away from the blanket, "These are nothing, j-just keeping them for a friend tonight."

"Bullshit"

"Eddie, please just focus on my homework" Your eyes glossed as you felt tears of embarrassment filling them up and you worked your hardest to keep them back.

Eddie obeyed as he could sense something was wrong and continued looking at your notes on your bed. He showed you where you went wrong with Latin and offered some word changes for your English assignment. You took the papers and headed towards your desk to fix everything. It didn't take long, but when you completed them you put the papers back in your binder.

"Alright," Your voice still quiet, "You've made it up to me with your help and I appreciate that, Eds, truly. But it's time to-" Your words were interrupted once you turned around to see Eddie taking your plushies from the pile on your bed and organizing them, "..go"

Your body froze, but Eddie wasn't acknowledging you. Making your way towards him you spoke to him again, "Eddie, what the hell are you doing. I told you not to touch them."

"But look how soft and cute their little faces are" He was holding up Wilbur, your pig plush, with a pouty face "Why would you hide them away like that?"

"Because," You couldn't believe this is how Eddie was responding to your secret, "It's embarrassing."

"No way," He scoffed, holding up Wilbur in your direction, "Now for real this time, who is this cute little fellow?"

Your cheeks flushed pink, "T-that's Wilbur, I-I got him for my 11th birthday because I fell in love with the book Charlotte's Web and the pig in the book is named Wilbur."

"That's cute," Eddie put him in a free spot on top of the headboard and then turned towards you, gently taking Teddy from your hands, "And this guy?"

"T-Teddy, her name is Teddy and I-I've had her since I was a baby. Her name is that because that's what everyone else was calling her so I just went with it."

Eddie shook Teddy's tiny paw and laid her down onto your pillow. He kept doing this with a couple more plushies until you stopped him.

"You don't have to... to do this you know," You explained, gesturing at the now organized array of plushies, "Your work here was done once you helped me with my homework."

Eddie smiled, picking up Marcia the lamb, "I meant what I said earlier."

"And what was that?" You pretended like you didn't remember even though the butterflies were multiplying in your stomach.

He looked down and played with Marcia's little ears, "Nevermind, it's nothing... Who's this one?"

"Marcia," You began, feeling more comfortable telling Eddie all these stories "My grandparents lived on a farm and they had some lambs. So when I saw it in the shop I had to have it… Marcia is my grandmother's name."

Eddie placed her on the bedside table and glanced at your alarm clock reading 11:42. Surprised it was already so late, he looked back at you and back at the clock so your eyes would follow.

"I should probably head home, it's almost midnight!" He exclaimed as loud as he could, still being cautious of your parents. He got up from your bed and made his way back to the window getting ready to leave.

Although you wanted him to leave in the beginning, now you didn't want that. Something in you wanted him to stay. But you didn't want to risk your parents walking in on you two in the same room. If that happened, they'd never let you see him again and you didn't want that. So with that you had to hold yourself back from telling him not to go, even though you were making your way over to him.

Eddie was back on the roof in no time and turned back at you to say goodnight. You two looked at each other for a second smiling, taking in the moment as if you wouldn't see each other tomorrow morning.

"Goodnight, Y/N/N." Eddie's words broke the silence.

You've known Eddie for a while now. Through your study sessions, you and Eddie had become closer friends than when you first joined Hellfire club, more so in the past couple weeks. However, even through all of that you've never had this feeling before. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. And part of you believed he wanted it too. But with graduation approaching soon and your inevitable leave for college, the timing just didn't feel right for you.

"Night, Eds, I'll see you tomorrow."

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Weeks had passed since your fateful encounter with Eddie that one night. Since then, you guys had continued to study after school and he was able to pass all of his classes. His name was called down to Principal Higgins' office one last time and you waited for his exit. When he left, Eddie explained that Higgins wanted to tell him personally that his grades met the requirements to graduate and for the first time since Grade 8, Eddie was going to walk the stage tomorrow and graduate. With you. And Jeff. And Robin. And all the other members of Hellfire plus his Uncle Wayne there to cheer him on. You were so excited for him.

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It's now graduation day, you and all the other Hawkins graduates in your regalia walked onto the football fields where the ceremony was taking place and sat in your assigned seats. One by one, each graduate got to walk the stage with all their friends and family cheering them on from the bleachers. When it was Eddie's turn to walk the stage the cheers were booming, louder than any other graduate. On the stage, Eddie flashed some devil horns to the audience and then proceeded to flip off Principal Higgins before he grabbed his diploma and ran off stage, almost tripping back to his seat.

After the ceremony, you and your family took pictures. Together and with your other friends, including Eddie. When it was time to leave, Eddie pulled you aside.

"You got any plans after this?" Eddie asked you, fiddling with the rings on his finger.

You looked in his eyes softly with a smile, "Yeah, my parents are throwing me an after grad party. You're welcome to join, there will be plenty of food."

"Sounds great! Is it okay if I drive you, we can go get milkshakes and… there's just something I wanted to give you" he said, looking down at his feet.

"Absolutely!"

You made your way over to your parents to tell you that Eddie and you were leaving to grab some celebratory milkshakes, but that you would be back for the party. Saying your goodbyes, you headed over to Eddie's van but you guys didn't leave straight away. Eddie was rummaging in the back for something, probably the something he wanted to get you.

"Close your eyes." He said after finding what he was looking for.

You did as he said and waited for what he was going to show you. Your hands felt something in front of you and you grabbed it. It was fluffy.

"Okay, open them."

You did. You were shocked to see a teddy bear in your hands dressed up in what looked like baby clothes. Black pants ripped at the knees, a tiny Hellfire shirt, a jean jacket, and tiny little white shoes with the tongues sticking out. It was like a little mini Eddie.

You couldn't hold back the giant grin on your face as you looked up at Eddie, excitement in his eyes, "What's this for?"

"It's a thank you," he confessed, "for helping me graduate. I couldn't've done it without you, I'm serious."

"You didn't have to," Your face burned red, laughing slightly as you were so overwhelmed, "Now I feel bad that I didn't get you anything."

"No need," He rejected, "You helped me graduate and that was your gift to me."

"Why did you make it look like you?"

"What, you don't like it?" He chuckled.

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I mean you could have just given me a plushie and just left it at that. Most people would have." You explain, playing with the tiny clothing on the bear.

"Well," Eddie's voice got more serious than before, "I know you're probably getting out of here and going to college, I just wanted you to have something to remember me by… and since you like plushies, I thought this would be the perfect gift."

Tears welled up in your eyes and you didn't hold them back, "That's so thoughtful of you, Ed. Thank you." You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Eddie smirked lightly, looking away from you, "So what are you going to name the little guy?"

You returned your eyes to the plush, "Gee, I don't know. Maybe Edward?"

"No fucking way," Eddie shook his head, "How about Eddie the Banished?"

You look down at the teddy bear and then back up at Eddie, "I was thinking something more along the lines of Eddie… the Beloved?"

Hearing this made Eddie's face beet red and he tried to hide it, shoving his keys into the ignition.

"H-How about we go get those milkshakes now, huh?" his van started up.

You nodded, placing Eddie the Beloved onto your lap.

The pair of you began the journey to get milkshakes and then made your way to the graduation party.

What an incredibly thoughtful thank you, you thought to yourself looking down at Eddie the Beloved, From an incredibly thoughtful person.

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