#i learned something today that i am probably not gonna use again

[redwineandtarot]

Their thoughts about you before sleeping

hi! hope all of you are doing well. in today's pac we're gonna look at what your specific person is thinking about before sleeping. i read this one thinking about a future relationship of yours. ❗️i did not read for crushes etc. ❗️ take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. i would love to hear your feedbacks <3

⚠️there are some +18 topics in some piles so if you're uncomfortable or if you're under 18, do not read this pac or skip the parts i have marked as +18⚠️

🥀paid readings🥀

Disclaimer: My readings do NOT replace any professional advice. Use your own judgment while making decisions. You have your own free will. Take everything I say light-heartedly. All of my readings are for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

pick a pile

pile 1-2-3

i do not own these pictures

pile 1 (+18 part warning)

They think about making you an offer. Whether it is about starting dating, moving in together etc. They want to offer you something solid. This offer in their mind means so much emotionally to them. They want to offer their heart to you and want you to take their offer. And they want to make you feel safe. They dream about having a balanced relationship with you. 

However they may think that they don't have your trust or interest yet. For example if it's before you guys start dating they think you don't have any interest in them. Or if it's you getting engaged they think you don't trust(?) them enough to say yes. However this is not true at all. They may be too much focused on the “negative signs” you have given them. Which actually was not your intention. They think that they have to work hard to gain your trust/interest. They value you a lot, pile 1.

+18❗️ They may fantasize about giving that offer to you and you accepting. And then you guys have such an intimate, sensual, passionate and emotional s3x. It’s like you guys see each other naked both literally and metaphorically. 

They worry a lot that you will reject them. However they are still hoping for the best. They may think about when is the best time to give this offer. And if you say you need time to think about this offer, I hear that they will wait patiently for you. They have such a cute energy tbh. They are willing to wait for you and work hard to gain your trust pile 1.

They think that you two can build an amazing relationship. They dream about having a relationship both practical and emotional. They see you as their other half.

thank you for reading <3

pile 2

This is a heavy pile. If you don't feel like reading a heavy pile you can pick another one or just look at my other readings.

This is probably around a time where you guys had a fight. And it probably was a big fight. They are so sad and play the fight again and again in their head. They lose their sleep over this. They don't want to lose you. 

They may have regrets about whether they were too fiery in the argument you guys had.

They are thinking about you as a couple overcoming this challenge and putting your relationship on solid ground. They dream about learning from this experience and moving on. 

Maybe you guys come from different backgrounds in some way and because you have different points of views about a thing, you had a fight. They probably think a lot about your words and try to understand you. Because again they don't want to lose you. You are precious to them.

Their emotions are heightened, especially at night. They try to find a way but it seems too foggy for them.

ps. I felt drained after reading your pile. It’s probably because of the energy they exude.

I am sorry pile 2, this reading was shorter than the other piles. I even got extra cards for you but spirit is not showing me anything further.

thank you for reading <3

pile 3 (+18 part warning)

They envision your future together. They dream about having a family with you. Whether the family is you two together, your families combined, having children or having pets etc. 

They dream about a grand wedding. They want something extravagant lol. They really see a future with you. To them you are spouse material. 

For some of you, your person did not choose to have relationships and were like a hermit. For others of you, your person had many relationships like flings etc. Nothing serious. Maybe they had commitment issues or having a stable relationship wasn't their thing. But you showed them something they haven't, so they made the effort to change and became a reliable partner. You made them want to have a family, a stable relationship. But they didn't change just for you but also for themselves. They realized they wanted a stable relationship thanks to you. They may think about how you came and shaked their world before sleeping. The courage you gave them to commit. 

They think that after this marriage a new door will open. And you guys will have new adventures and learn new things together. They may also dream about traveling with you, seeing new places. They dream about their happily ever after. They think how you are the couple that shines. 

+18❗️ For the ones who want to have children, they may fantasize about having s3x with you and you or them becoming pregnant after that session. It would be such a happy thing for them, I heard.

They dream about a balanced marriage. Where both of you are heard and happy. A marriage that broadens both of your visions and makes both of you become better people.

I heard Beyonce singing “I am going to see my husband, my husband, I'm happy, I'm happy” lol. (you can change the husband part to fit you)

thank you for reading <3

#pick a card #pac #tarot reading #tarot #pick a pile #pick a picture #intuitive reading #intuitive readings #future spouse reading #love reading #future relationship reading

[skeletalgoats]

Could I request for a !sub! Horangi x !Dom! Reader? Here me out :3

Horangi was acting too cocky on how he would be better in bed than you.

He obviously ment it as a joke but you took it a bit too seriously..

Then there he was.

Legs wide open as he whimpered, moaned and whine as you were there inbetween his legs teasing him using your fingers

Adding a finger after another,

As he begged you countless times to cum.

"Better than me?"

Summary: Horangi teased you constantly about how he would be way better than you in bed, but he quickly regretted those words when you had enough

Pairings: Horangi x GN!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, handjob, edging, masturbation, and you being a dick 😒

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I was distracted with trying to work on some male reader fics 😭 also I decided to give Horangi some Y/N energy because I was in a goofy mood and needed to giggle at something ;P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He really only meant it as a joke.

"Please...please I'm sorry I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."

But you most definitely didn't take it as one.

Earlier today, Horangi began teasing you about how he would be so much better in bed than you are.

"You probably couldn't even make me cum once~"

"I could have you screaming my name in seconds~"

"Maybe you're just upset that I can easily draw such noises out of your pretty lips~"

But now there he was, his hands tied to his back with his legs forced wide open for you, as he made all sorts of desperate noises for you.

He would whimper, moan, groan, and let out little gasps and squeaks while you ran you tongue over his throbbing, red, and sensitive cock.

"Please...I take it back...Let me cum please I swear I'll be good for you, I-I swear...please"

He begged, but immediately stopped once you took all of him into your mouth, gliding your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck! Please...." He whimpered, throwing his head back.

He loved the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his shaft.

"I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!"

"Horangi, don't you dare cum yet.Don't you DARE."

But it was too late.

"Please....Please no I'm sorry I didn't mean to..I-I swear it was an accident-"

"Shut up." You interrupted him as you grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed.

You heard a desperate whimper coming from him, pleading that you don't do whatever you're about to do, but you didn't care.You wanted him to learn his lesson.

You grabbed his dick, and started to jack him off at a fast pace.In return for this action you got Horangi bucking his hips up, whimpering.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck please please please...~"

Soon he was close.Really close.

Just as he's about to cum, you let go, watching him cry out as he realizes that his release isn't gonna come easy.

"no no no why would you do that?!"

Tears were streaming down his face.He was sobbing.He was desperate.Very desperate.But then again, he basically asked for this, so that's his fault.

You grabbed his dick again, and just like before, didn't let him cum.

Over and over again, you did the same thing.You grabbed his cock, stroked it until he was close, but never let him cum.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

He with a scream, Horangi kicked you back and snapped the ropes that tied him back.

"I can't do this I need it!I need it so fucking bad!"

And with that, you watched as he grabbed his own cock and jerked himself off, followed up by whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

He was on his back, legs spread out infront of you while his hands glided up and down around his dick fast.It was one of the most pornographic things you have ever seen before.

Within a couple of moments, Horangi cums the hardest he ever has.His semen spurts out from the air to his own stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt good..."

You said nothing, you sat there speechless from what you just saw.

Horangi may not have realized it, but it turns out he still managed to find a way to leave you unsatisfied and flustered, even when he's unaware of his surroundings and what he's doing.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #kim horangi hong jin #horangi x you #horangi smut #horangi x reader #horangi cod #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 4)

a/n: how we feeling so far you guys? I don’t know how long this story will be but definitely at least 10 chapters if not more :) enjoy!

—

2 years go, age 15 (Fall)

“Frankie gets me so angry sometimes, even though I love her” I tell Conrad over the phone as I walk outside. The cool night breeze hits me like a wave I’ve been waiting for.

“she’s a lot, but she has a good heart” He replies.

“you do remember when she came for the fourth this summer?” I could hear him laugh through the phone.

“Yeah, how could i forget when she sucked off Jeremiah’s face during spin the bottle.”

That’s right. She did do that. I still remember when she had purposely stopped the bottle to land on him. Only I had noticed.

Silence had never been more noticeable.

“Well,” Conrad starts, “I wouldn’t have kissed her.”

I smile. “That would be funny.” No it wouldn’t. I would’ve lost all my brain cells. Jeremiah was hard enough.

I hear him laugh through the phone silently.

“So I learned something today.” I say, sitting down at the steps of our driveway.

“oh yeah? tell me.” I could tell he was smiling which made me smile.

“So my science teacher is a total love sap, and she told us today that if we see a shooting star it’s a sign of love, and that we’ve found our soulmate.” I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips. “Isn’t that weird? She’s so cringey.”

Conrad didn’t say anything.

“Conrad?”

“That’s cute.” He says softly.

“Of course you would think it is.” I roll my eyes playfully.

“Hey, stop that.”

I giggle. “You can’t really make me stop, your hours away.”

“I wish I wasn’t. I miss you.” He says so quietly, like he didn’t want me to hear. But I did anyways. I always heard Conrad.

“I miss you too. Don’t worry though, the summers come fast.” I reassure him, and I think myself too.

“yn! What are you doing out here?” I hear a voice yell and I know it’s Stevens. I pull my phone away from my ear and see it’s 12:06 am. Shit. it’s late.

“Your gonna get kidnapped! Who are you talking to?”

Conrad laughs from the other side of the phone, “Is that Steven? And are you outside?”

“Shhh hold on.” I pull the phone away from my ear and look towards the figure which I make out as Steven, “give me a minute please!”

“Now!”

I sigh, pulling the phone back to my ear, “I should probably get to bed anyways, I have morning volleyball practice tomorrow.”

“It’s Saturday?”

“Coach doesn’t care.” I say with a small laugh thinking about what my coach would do If i didn’t show up.

“Well, I should get going too, I need to look for my shooting star.”

I laugh, “What? In a hurry to find your soulmate?”

“No, I know I already have.”

—

After changing into more comfortable clothes, I walked into Belly’s room and she was pacing once again.

“Bells? What are you doing?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know what to wear.”

I chuckle while flopping onto her bed, “It’s just a book party. Laurel won’t mind.”

Belly’s face forms this guilty smile and I immediately pick up on it.

“Unless something else is happening I don’t know about?”

She rushes next to me on the bed and looks at me panicked, “What if I told you cam asked me out on a date? And I said yes.”

A smirk appears on my face, “This is new.”

“yn! I need help! I feel like i’m dying.”

I giggle and shove Belly’s shoulder. “Do that flowery crop top. It’s cute.”

She smiles and stands up, grabbing the shirt from her closet. She slips it on and looks in the mirror. She looked really nice.

“See? Perfect.”

She turns back around to face me, “Hey, I saw you and Conrad earlier, what was up with that?”

I feel my hands tense up when she mentions Conrad. The most twisted thought i’ve ever had is that Belly loved me and Conrad not being best friends anymore. She bathed in this situation. I tried not to think it, but she was in love with him. No matter how many dates she went on with Cam.

I hated it. Why? I don’t know.

“Oh, nothing. He was just at the club looking for Nicole and we ended up walking home together.” I lie. I had to because I couldn’t really tell her that we got into a sorta almost fight because he drives me crazy and I can’t stop thinking about last summer, which creeps into my mind every second-

So of course I lied.

“Oh, okay.”

—

I walked downstairs beside Belly and see the boys playing a video game. They were super into it which made me laugh. Conrad still looked moody though.

“Bye guys.” Belly says, attempting to gain the boys attention. Jeremiah looks at Belly and his jaw drops. Of course it did.

“Damn Bells.” He smiles, dropping his remote and walking over to spin Belly around. As much as I hate to say it, it’s cute. This interaction.

Then the moment turned sour because I realized maybe I didn’t really like Jeremiah. Maybe he was just a distraction that I tried to convince myself was real. Maybe I was trying to cover up the truth about him. I can’t even say his name.

“Conrad, over here man.” Steven pushes Conrad’s shoulder and that’s when I notice Conrad staring.

I sigh and turn to Belly, “Have fun, okay? Text me if you need anything.”

She nods and rushes out the door, and I see Jeremiah’s eyes linger to her. Maybe he really did like her.

I smirk and run over to the couch, jumping in the middle of Conrad and Steven and grabbing Jeremiah’s remote.

“Hey!” Jeremiah pouts.

“I’m about to kick all your asses.” I claim. Steven laughs in a manner which meant your not good enough, but try.

Maybe I did loose.

Once the game was done Laurel and Susannah came downstairs and we all got ready to head out. My phone rang when I saw a text from a number. Josh.

Hey stranger. I was thinking, and thinking led me to texting you.

I found myself giggling at his message. He seemed like a good guy. I think Steven picked up on it because he looked at me disapprovingly.

“Yn. Who are you texting?”

Conrad then stood up from the couch.

“Oh.. um just this person.”

Jeremiah smirks and leans over and before I can blink, my phone is gone.

I groan. Shit. “Jeremiah!”

He holds the phone high while reading the message. “ooo, who’s this lover boy?”

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on me. Burning into my soul.

“His name is Josh. He was at the bonfire.” I hold my hand out hoping that was enough proof and to my surprise it was, Jeremiah hands me the phone back.

“I think I know him from around.” Jeremiah states.

“That guys an ass. You could do better.” Conrad blurts out.

Utter silence is all I remember. It was awkward. Painfully awkward. Why did it make me want to slap him but then hug him at the same time? Tell him, it’s okay Connie. Like he had done many times for me.

Like when I was 12 and he was 13. I was upset because I had scraped my leg against the side of the pool and was bleeding. I was being pretty dramatic. That still didn’t stop Conrad from helping me.

“Yn, are you okay?” He reached for my hand and helped me get out of the pool. Tears streamed down my face but he wiped them.

“Here, I’ll help you.” He shared a half smile with me. I nodded, somewhat feeling better.

That was a good day.

“Well, ready to go?” Susannah says, breaking the silence Conrad caused.

We all nod and make our way to the car. This would be one of the longer night in cousins and I felt it.

—

And I drank to that.

I love Laurel, but this party blows ass. Conrad has been drinking in the corner the whole night and I can’t help but want to as well. The drinks look nice.

I slowly walk over to where he’s been pouring drinks the whole night and smile, “Give me some.” I grab a cup.

Even though he tried to hide it, a smile crept up on his face. “Are you gonna proceed to do everything I do?”

I rolled my eyes, “You don’t own drinking.” I take the bottle from him and pour some into my cup. He stares at me and I can’t help but notice.

“What?” I say.

“Nothing.” He turns away, almost giving me the cold shoulder. I want to slap him. Slap him so hard that he falls to the ground and starts bleeding. But I don’t. I don’t because I can’t ruin this night for Laurel.

“Hey, you can have it back now.” I almost whisper, handing the bottle to him. I felt like I was invading his privacy, he had literally been hoarding the drinks the whole night. People were starting to notice.

He nods, putting his hands around the bottle and I can feel his fingertips graze mine. I let go quickly and rush towards the couches where I find Steven and Jeremiah.

“This is so boring.” Jeremiah pouts.

“I don’t see anything else to do.” I say.

“How about we go buy some weed or something?” Jeremiah adds, suddenly perky.

“Or.. we could go to the drive in?” Steven says and he has a smug look on his face. I shake my head immediately.

“Steven, no.”

“Let’s do it.” I hear a voice from behind me speak and I know who it is. It’s the voice that I used to hear. The voice I think I still heard all the time. Whatever I wanted, he didn’t. Whatever I didn’t, he wanted.

All I could do was pull out my phone and send a text to Belly.

please don’t be mad.

—

She was.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Belly screams while getting out of the car. I could see Cam in the distance going to get something, probably food or drinks.

“Relax, Bells.” Jeremiah says through laughs. Belly then looks towards me angrily.

“Belly, I tried to warn you.” I pull out my phone and show her the text message I sent her.

“Steven, if you don’t leave I’ll show everyone in here your Dramoine fanfic.” Stevens face turns red as Conrad and Jeremiah let a few laughs slip.

“He spent a whole chapter on Draco’s wand.” I add.

“Shut up!” Steven yells.

Jeremiah pats Steven on the back, “Don’t be embarrassed man, Draco’s hot.”

Belly than looks at me and Conrad with a soft look, “Can you please leave?”

I nod, “Let’s go.”

Steven sighs and begins to drive back to the house, and I laugh at how dramatic belly is.

I felt Conrad’s head lean on my shoulder and I could also smell the Vodka on him. It was kinda sad. He was so lost. It’s not like he didn’t drink before, but this was different.

I decided it was best not to fight and pretend like everything was fine. Like it was normal.

“Tired?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” He says. Almost like a little kid.

If I closed my eyes or really zoned out, I could pretend this was really normal. Before everything happened. Before everything got so fucked up.

—

heyyyyy! that was it for this chapter :) I’ve been trying my best to get them out so I hope you enjoy. very slow burn if u didn’t notice lol. what do you guys think happened? also like I said lots of flashbacks to get us where we are so hang in there !!

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#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #belly conklin #tsitp #conrad x reader #love #summer love

[mcflymemes]

THE PRINCESS DIARIES & THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2: ROYAL ENGAGEMENT PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from both films (2001 & 2004)

the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

wait for me! wait for me!

anyone can see your desires. no one knows what's in your heart.

you are so lucky you don't know who your parents are.

i am invisible... and i am wet.

i'm just supposed to watch you.

am i too late to ask you to accept my hand in marriage?

you broke my glasses!

don't worry about me.

a princess never chases a chicken.

this really is more romantic in books.

oh, by the way! i'm getting married!

you're not very good at lying.

i thought you'd never ask.

oh! oh yes! i absolutely accept!

somebody sat on me again.

we just made the bed.

tell me a secret.

i have done a lot of flying in my day.

do we have any problems?

you'll never be bored.

i loathe you.

no matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.

i just love to look at him.

you look so... clean.

can you please pretend you have a life for just one moment?

just in case i wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara.

this is between a waltz and a tango.

we don't slump like this.

tell me your greatest desires.

i thought you said you never slide.

if there are no more passengers, i think we should close the door.

this is getting us nowhere! talk to me!

are you sassing your grandma?

courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.

i have never put on pantyhose before, but it sounds dangerous.

why me?

yeah, he's cute.

shut up!

look out the window.

as always, this is as good as it's gonna get.

don't forget your shoes.

i haven't danced with you since your birthday.

you're morphing into one of them!

probably all i ever do is think about myself.

i can't do this.

i have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including puerto rico.

i love your eyebrows.

you can't run from everything?

i simply cannot condone it.

love does things for reasons that reasons cannot understand.

hang up the phone!

the secret is... i still want to.

the fault was entirely my own.

i'd like to report an accident.

the three of us have to talk.

what am i, a duck?

my job is to protect the crown.

stop daydreaming!

oh! your foot! i'm so sorry, are you all right?

i hate it when they move in like that.

is there maybe something else about me and my life that just maybe i might want to know about?

this is so cool!

now what did you want to tell me?

just stop it, okay?

you will answer directly to me.

are you sure you don't want to exchange licenses and proof of insurances?

he's not a backstreet boys clone.

i don't like you.

i look like a moose.

well aren't you just... crafty.

i've got a wedding to go to.

wait wait! no, not you. i don't even know you.

can we park a block away from school?

you know what? i don't feel protected.

you will find the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary.

i won't be getting married today.

oh my god! you're here!

i beg your pardon!

oh, for the love of god!

why do you talk like that?

is your mom dating an undertaker?

you look so... young.

can i borrow a comb?

oh, yeah, that is exactly what you did.

i know it's short notice, but you were all dressed.

so where are you taking me?

who destroyed you?

just because i didn't get my fairytale ending doesn't mean you shouldn't.

not if you didn't want me to.

they're smitten!

well, that probably wasn't the best idea.

you look ridiculous. you should sue.

have you ever experienced that instant headache when you eat ice too quickly?

just because your hair sucks, get off mine!

do you wear contact lenses?

i would gladly take a bullet for you.

look over there.

is this the punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?

you broke my brush.

so what are we learning today?

did you happen to see who's here?

you talk to him much?

well, the camera's all ready to go.

let's go this way.

ever take those shades off?

are you ready?

enough bowing! back to your chores!

no more straggling for me.

you did very well. very charming.

the light is perfect!

i'm feeling shy, come on.

you chose me, and i accepted.

did you hear that?

do you have any change?

no, it's not attractive!

okay, i look like an asparagus.

where is she going?

if this were my party, we'd be kissing by now.

they put me on hold!

we never rush. we hasten.

you know what? i'm fine! i'm good!

a strange woman came in here and asked to hide in your closet so i let her.

should i shoo him?

#rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #writing prompt #askbox meme #ask memes #rp asks #ask meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #rp inbox meme #inbox prompts #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #memes #the princess diaries #the princess diaries: royal engagement #princess diaries #movies #mcflymemes

[mirisss]

Chapter 8

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k

Warnings: anxiety, exercising (dancing + warming up), self-doubt, self-hate, angst, reader being a bit mean to herself (thoughts), almost fainting, mentions of the possibility someone will hit reader, food, eating, mentions of past abuse against (Y/n), 

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter, I’ve been swamped during summer with work and I got my driver's license but now I’m back again! The wait became even longer as I got hit with writer's block. I still hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9, 

Italics are thoughts

(Y/n)’s POV

After we had finished eating, Seungmin and I regrouped with the others before, once again, splitting up as the members had some different schedules up until lunch. “Have you decided who you wanna go with for now, (Y/n)?” Changbin asked while we all began walking to the elevators. “Yeah, I decided to go with Danceracha up until lunch and after that, we’ll see,” “Yes! We got (Y/n)!” Felix exclaimed happily making some of the employees around us look at him with weird looks before they returned to what they did previously. “Alright, Changbin and I’s meeting should be over around 2 pm, maybe a little later. Do you think the rest of you will be ready for lunch by then or sooner or later?” “I can’t really say for us, it depends on how many changes we wanna do to the choreo and how long it takes us to learn it,” Minho answered Bang Chan, it sounded a bit complicated but I think seeing them dance will be a lot of fun. “Our vocal training with the coach is scheduled between 9.00 am to 1.30 pm, so we should be done by 2 unless we run over too but I don’t think we will as the coach is on a very strict schedule,” Seungmin said, he was apparently the one who had booked the training session so of course he was the one who knew all the details. “Mm, okay. Well, when the three of you are done with your vocal training, why don’t you stop by the dance studio and see how it’s going for Danceracha, if they seem to be running late, bring (Y/n) with you and meet up with us for lunch. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix will just have to eat later unless the other choreographers want to eat too so you can take a break,” “Yeah, that sounds good to us, how about for you (Y/n)?” “Oh, yeah, that’s fine, Jinnie,” “Great, we’ll see you later. We have to go now or we’re gonna be late,” And with that, the group split up. 

Minho took my hand and led me into an elevator with Hyunjin and Felix following us. They guided me to a big room with an entire wall made up of mirrors, in one corner there was a small-ish black couch, and beside the couch, there was something that seemed like a computer - probably where they controlled what song played in the speakers. I looked around the room with awe, it had a somewhat cozy feeling as I turned back to the mirrors and saw how the three dancers were looking at me with love-filled eyes and sweet smiles. “Want to warm up with us, (Y/n)?” Hyunjin asked as Minho walked over to the computer and began typing away. “I don’t know how,” “That’s fine! We usually follow one another, today it’s Hyunjin’s turn to lead the warm-up so all you need to do is face the mirror and imitate Hyunjin’s movements, and if you struggle with anything you can ask any of us for help, but really all you need to do is try your best,” Felix said as he came over and put his hands gently on my shoulders before shaking me lightly to make me smile. “Okay, I’ll try!” “Great, let’s start then. In 30 minutes the choreographer is coming so we need to be ready by then. Jinnie the floor is yours,” Minho said, using a tone I was unfamiliar with, it was stern, leaving no room for arguments. 

Hyunjin faced the mirrors just like the rest of us, though he was standing a few steps in front of us, I stood beside Felix, watching Hyunjin’s reflection in the mirror carefully. “Have fun, (Y/n)!” “Hm!” I nodded my head before focusing on Hyunjin once again. Minho took out his phone and hit play and a second later music filled the room and Hyunjin began moving, with the rest of us following his lead. Minho and Felix had no problem keeping up but I struggled a bit, the other two probably knew what movements would follow one another, I, however, did not. But as I remembered what Felix said before we started I began calming down and stopped focusing on all the mistakes I made and rather focused on just having fun as I tried to keep up with Danceracha. After warming up for 15 minutes I was sweating like crazy and I was very tired, my vision was becoming a bit blurry, and my movements were slower. “Hey stop! (Y/n)’s about to faint,” Felix shouted alerting everyone, even myself, of my swaying body and my weak legs. Felix quickly stepped closer to me before he gently hooked his arm around my waist and helped me walk over to the couch in the corner of the room. Minho and Hyunjin went to get some water and towels. With just over 10 minutes left before they had to meet with the choreographer, and I was taking up their time. This is why no one likes you. This is why no one wants you. An angry, dark voice resonated inside my head. The voice made me shrink back into my shy and shut-off self, I couldn’t look at Felix, I knew he would be angry, I should have been able to do this, hybrids are supposed to be good at exercises, but I’m not. “Hey, (Y/n). Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Can you see me? Are your eyes okay?” His voice was silky smooth, deep, and warm, it was filled with worry and love. He doesn’t actually care. If you look at him you know he’ll hit you. “(Y/n), please, look up at me?” Run away, he doesn’t want you. They don’t want you. They hate you. You’re a waste of space. Felix gently put one of his hands on my chin and then lightly tilted it upward so my eyes would meet his, I froze as soon as my eyes met his. His eyes were full of worry, adoration, love, fright, and anxiety, no matter how hard I searched for any feeling of hatred, I could find nothing alike it. It’s all fake. “Are you okay?” “I, -” My voice cracked as I just noticed how dry my throat was both from the exhaustion but also from the anxiety the evil voice brought with it. I broke out in a small coughing fit as I tried to catch my breath. “It’s okay, look at me, you’re fine, (Y/n), I’m here. Minho-hyung will be back in a few seconds with some water for you,” As soon as Felix had said it, Minho came jogging back into the room with four water bottles in his hands, closely followed by Hyunjin who had some towels in his arms. “Here,” Minho said as he handed a water bottle to Felix who opened it before giving it to me. I gladly took it and gulped down half the bottle, soothing my sore throat. “Feeling better now?” Felix asked as he took the water bottle from me, closing it before taking a towel from Hyunjin’s arms. He unfolded it and carefully patted it against my forehead, wiping away my sweat. “ I’m sorry,” “Why are you sorry? (Y/n), you don’t have to apologize,”

“I ruin everything,” “(Y/n), I’m sorry but I’m going to raise my voice a bit right now. You don’t ruin everything. Anyone can faint when exercising, you don’t mean any less to us because of this, we are the ones to blame because we should have thought about the possibility of this happening. This is not your fault. It could just as likely have been me or any of the others who fainted. We all love you, so so so much, nothing would change that. Okay? Listen to me, WE LOVE YOU” I was startled as Felix raised his voice at me, he wasn’t screaming but he was speaking significantly louder than he ever had before around me. Usually, something like this would have me shivering and crying, yet with Felix my eyes were locked with his, I was frozen as I listened to his warm voice as I saw the tears escaping from his eyes. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice. Minho and Hyunjin had walked out of the room shortly before this to stop the choreographer from stepping inside before Felix and I had calmed down. I could hear their voices as they conversed outside the door, joined by an unfamiliar voice that I assumed belonged to the choreographer. “Please, (Y/n). Don’t put yourself down, we love you, I love you, so please, please love yourself, if not for your sake for ours,” I slowly moved my hand up to his face and wiped away the tears that had streaked his cheeks. “I’ll try, for you,” Felix enveloped me in a warm hug before he took a deep breath and calmed down from his crying.We sat there, our arms encircled around each other, as we were shaking from crying, sniffling, and trying to calm down from what just happened. “Please (Y/n), please believe me when I say that we love you,” I couldn’t answer him verbally so I opted to just give him a tighter squeeze before I let go of him and moved back a tiny bit. I shakily put my hand on his cheek and wiped away some of his tears with my thumb. Felix took a deep breath before wiping away my tears too. “I have to get ready now, we can’t keep the choreographer waiting any longer,” “I’ll just stay here so that you guys can focus,” “(Y/n), you wouldn’t be in the way,” “I know, but I still feel shaky, I don’t think I can stand up just yet,” “Are you sure you want to stay here then? You don’t want to go to some of the others?” “I’m sure, I want to see you and Minho and Hyunjin dance,” “Okay, bunny. Just let us know if you need anything,” “I promise,” “Good,” Felix gave me a kiss on my forehead before he stood up and walked over to the door to let Minho and Hyunjin back inside. 

15 minutes later and I finally stopped feeling nauseous and shaky. My eyes were locked solidly onto the way that Danceracha was moving. The smoothness, the precision, the look in their eyes, it was mesmerizing. “With this move, I would prefer if we could do it like this,” Minho said as he showed what he meant, the choreographer watched closely before discussing it further with Minho going back and forth until they reached a move they were both happy with. All three of them glanced back at me every now and then, when they saw that I was watching them they just smiled and looked away again. Soon a few hours had passed and it was time for lunch, to me though, it felt like only a few minutes had passed from the moment I shared with Felix, as we both cried, holding each other. “Come on, let’s meet up with the others,” Hyunjin said as he waved me over with a tired but happy smile on his lips. Danceracha looked exhausted, quite frankly they reeked of sweat but they had been dancing none stop for a few hours. “Weren’t Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin supposed to stop by when their training was over?” “Yeah, they should be coming any second, it’s only 1.35 pm. The vocal room they had booked is five floors above this one so it takes a few minutes to walk between them,” Felix answered as he tenderly took one of my hands into his before leading me to the door. After we had stepped outside my nose picked up the familiar scent of the youngest Stray Kid.

“Hyungs! (Y/n)! Hi!” “Ya, Innie, you’re not supposed to scream right after training,” Jeongin just turned and gave Seungmin a playful glare in return before he continued smiling and jogging in my direction. “Hi” I waved to the three of them. Seeing them run and smile, being so carefree and happy, it made me feel like maybe there is hope for me too, that one day I can be freed from all of my worries, from my past. As long as I stay with them, as long as I’m with my family I’ll be fine. No more being alone. No more darkness. “How was it? Watching dance practice?” Jisung asked once he too caught up with us. I looked at Danceracha, pondering over whether or not I should tell the others about my accident. “It was fun, I wish I could dance like them,” Minho looked at me, understanding my decision of not telling them yet, or I think he did because he began talking about something else as he began walking toward the elevators with the rest of us following. Seungmin walked beside Felix and me, he tenderly took my free hand into his as we were walking. It wasn’t until he did that that I realized just how cold my hands were, when Felix took my hand into his I didn’t think about the heat difference as Felix had just been dancing for a long time but Seungmin had not and his hand almost felt like it was on fire compared to mine. “Wow, did you take a trip to the North Pole? Your hands are so cold!” Seungmin proclaimed as he laughed. “Oh, I didn’t even think about it, holy, (Y/n), we need to get you some tea or some hot chocolate to warm you up,” As the two began fussing over me Minho looked back, surely after he heard them speak of my icy hands. His eyes spoke so loudly, as he stared into mine, he knew I was cold after the panic attack, even if I had calmed down and wasn’t crying anymore, my unconscious mind hadn’t let it go just yet, it had pretty much shut down.  “I’m sure she’ll be fine after she gets some food, we all need it so come on, let’s move it, Chan-hyung and Changbin are waiting for us by the cafeteria, their meeting ended a little earlier than they thought it would,” Chan had apparently texted Minho that info just now, I didn’t even notice him checking his phone. 

After arriving at the cafeteria we quickly found Chan and Changbin, they had taken a large table so we could all sit together this time. We ordered our food and then Minho told Chan, and the others, about what happened in the dance studio. Everyone looked worried but they were happy nothing worse happened. “Maybe it would be best for you (Y/n) if you went home to rest for the rest of the day. You’ve experienced a lot today and maybe we shouldn’t hurry this exposure too much or things like this will happen. We need to gradually expose you to our hectic schedules. If you want I can come home with you,” “What about the meetings?” “Changbin can handle them, the hardest one is finished already, the last one is just for the name of the album and we’ve never had a problem with those meetings before, besides Changbin has handled meetings like this alone other times too,” “I’m actually feeling quite worn out so maybe going home would be best,” “Uh, hyung, actually, I don’t think I can take this next meeting on my own,” “Huh? Why not?” “They changed the schedule, the album name meeting is tomorrow, and after lunch, we have the meeting regarding the music videos,” Bang Chan let out a loud sigh, he looked really annoyed, but I wasn’t scared of him, because I knew he wasn’t upset with me, and he isn’t like my previous owners, he wouldn’t hit me. “Ugh, why do they change the schedule every time? We always put it like this, then they change it only to switch back to OUR original schedule… ugh. Well, (Y/n), sorry that means I can’t take you home,” Chan looked at me, he looked disappointed. “It’s okay. I think I can just rest on the couch in the dance studio, don’t worry,” “I could take her home, we don’t have that much left to go over for the dances so the part I miss Minho-hyung and Lixie can teach me tomorrow,” “As long as it’s okay with Minho and Felix, it’s okay with me, you know I rarely but in regarding the dances, that’s Minho’s responsibility,” Chan said the last part as he chuckled because Minho gave him a fake annoyed glare. “Mm, take the bunny home, make sure she gets some rest,” “I will,” Hyunjin gave me a smile before we all continued eating our lunches. 

After we all had finished eating Hyunjin called their driver to come and pick the two of us up and drive us to the dorm. “Take care and rest well, (Y/n). We’ll see you tonight,” Jisung said as he gave me a warm and tight hug. “Change into the new pajamas we got for you, you know the one that was so warm and fluffy!” Jeongin said as he then reminded Hyunjin where it was. Everyone either hugged me before saying goodbye or just waved and smiled. Soon it was just Hyunjin and I, as we waited in the lobby for the driver to come. “He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep. 

~ To Be Continued ~

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[cinefairy]

Whenever I am reading about the law on Tumblr I feel like I can manifest anything and that its so easy, but then when I try to apply I get so many questions about if I am doing it correctly again and that this is gonna be hard to do, how can I stop thinking like this?

thats because when blogs write about the law (most of the time this does not apply to every single loa blog) they write about it like it IS the most easiest thing in the world, like it is a flawless execution.

thats because they dont include their struggles, hell even i struggled today. i struggled yesterday too. im learning. im a human, im not gonna always tell u guys my struggles because its highkey none of your business but anyways.

lets just be real with ourselves for a second. lots of us have encountered struggles when we tried to fulfil our desires have we not? has this road been perfect? probably not…are we probably still struggling a tinsy winsy bit from time to time? well ik i certainly am.

doesnt mean shit btw if you’re struggling and its okay to.

when applying its so much different from actually reading, when u read that post saying everything is possible and everything is perfect and you’re perfect you get that rush, you get that excitement and everything feels good and happy until you actually decide to do it and you start feeling stupid, or you’re feeling like you’re doing something wrong or you’re missing an element or you’re just too aware of yourself u start to feel uncomfortable.

and guess what, thats totally normal. even neville found it hard at one point to actually APPLY and do it himself. but in that moment where that does happen. treat yourself kindly first of all and take it slowly.

step by step you will get there, maybe itd be helpful to do edward art’s meditation as a starter i felt more assured following a meditation, because you’re just doing what theyre telling you. cant go wrong

#ask

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/28/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Leslie Jones; Taika Waititi; Vico Ortiz; Samba Schutte; Kristian Nairn; Watch Parties; Trans Day of Visibility: Cool Pirates; Fan spotlight; LoveNotes; DailyDarby/Today's Taika

Hey lovelies! I'm taking your advice and not stressing too much if I can't get the recap out by end of day due to life stuff. So! That means if you don't see one from me, it doesn't mean it's not gonna happen, it means I probably fell asleep and I'll finish it up the next morning :)

=Cast & Crew Sightings =

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos dad popped into to show @bainecessitiesco some love for their amazing affirmation cards we've all seen circulating :) If you haven't seen them yet, feel free to check out Mik's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's been a busy man today! Roaches Rascal's over on the Cameo discord server got another cameo from Samba! This one features some great impressions from Samba, but also a "legend" of how Rhys as Merstede got out of the water with that costume on.

= Cameo =

"How Merstede Got Out of the Water"

Full Cameo

== BTS ==

On top of his cameos, Samba gave us yet another pile of BTS Videos! This time shouting out the background and stand in actors! As usual, Tumblr only allows me to upload 1 video per post, so here's the videos on various tumblr posts below:

Video 1 - Spanish Jackie's

Video 2 - "How you hanging there?" feat Alex Sherman

Video 3 - Spanish Jackie's 2 - "Hey How you doin?"

Video 4 - Con O'Neill and His Middle Finger

Video 5 - Cursed Ship Background Actors

Video 6 - Republic of Pirates In The Evening

Video 7 - Goldie The Cow

Video 8 - Hot and Bothered Practice

Video 9 - Truck Full of Actors

Video 10 - The Red Flag Crew == Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's back at The Daily Show rocking it!

== Taika Waititi ==

New video on Rita's IG, see it here on tumblr on @fuckyeahworldoftaika's post

== Vico Ortiz ==

There's another episode of Date My Abuelita, First! Season 2, Episode 5 is out!

Source: Date My Abuelita, First Instagram / Website

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian Nairn is joining the list of the crew going to the San Jose Galaxy Con August 16-18, 2024! For tickets and info visit: Galaxy Con Tickets

= Dominic Burgess =

Jeffery Fettering is poking his head out again!! Can Dominic get any cooler, truly? Thank you JessieB for giving Dominic the inspiration to hit the high seas! Source: @edteachseawitch's Twitter

= Event Calendar =

For Friday It's #PhoneInFriday in the UK!

== Watch Parties ==

=== Boy ===

Sunday 31st, @tillychmo and @regg_official on Twitter will be hosing a 'Boy' Watch Party

Hashtags: #OurBoyMeansEgg

2 pm GMT

10 am EDT

7 am PDT

== Cool Pirates ==

First #CoolPirates for the celebration was Vico Ortiz! Feel free to visit the @saveofmdcrewmates tumblr to see the new ones each day!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Tonight's cast card is Mama Teach! Thank you @melvisik for giving our lovely Simone Kessell some love!

== Dead But Delicious ==

If you're near Alameda CA, there wil lbe a WWDITS Themed Variety Show going on at the Alameda Comedy Club on June 20th! 8 PM! Feel free to check them out! Learn more on their IG!

== Kudoboards Reminder! =

REMINDER! KUDOBOARDS close on the 31st. 

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Gypsy Taylor

Kristian "Wee John Wondays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! This is a bit of a silly love note today because I'm behind on everything, but I just wanted to give you some silly permissions (I dont have any real authority to give permission but this is a reminding you YOU have the authority!) to go out and do something out of the norm today.

I decided that I was going to have some ice cream after breakfast today. Why? Idk cause this weeks been crazy and ice cream sounded good.

Give yourself a treat today, whatever that happens to be for you-- going for a walk, eating ice cream, going to see that movie you have been holding off doing. Do something that makes you smile, you deserve it!

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I think some of these may be repeats but they make me smile every time I see them so tonight's dance time!

Darby courtesy of @thunderwingdoomslayer

Taika courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #vico ortiz #rhys darby #taika waititi #leslie fucking jones #ofmd bts #samba schutte #cameos #cameo #dominic burgess #david jenkins #save ofmd #long live ofmd

[eddies-perm]

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?

𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤!𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

I am not a mechanic in any way, so I kind of just made up details as I went lmao. sorry for any inaccuracies. 

warnings. smut!!, established relationship, semi-public sex, dom!eddie my beloved, spanking, dirty talk, fingering, some praise, P in V, barebacking, creampie, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.9k

** you’re having car troubles yet again, so you take your car to the best auto shop in town. it’s a simple fix, so simple that eddie decides it’s time for you to learn. but now you’re bent over the hood of the car and damn your ass looks good today... **

“Again?”

Your cheeks warm as you walk into the body shop. “Yeah...sorry. That noise is back.”

A cloud of smoke envelops Eddie as he takes a drag off his cigarette, sighing on the exhale.

“This is the third time in two weeks you’ve been here. Why won’t you just trade that hunk of junk in for something newer?”

“You know why. This was my mom’s car and I’m not ready to let her go yet.”

Eddie runs a hand through his sweaty hair, nodding. “Alright, alright. Pull it in and I’ll take a look.”

“Thanks, baby.” You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

He grabs his tools and flashlight while you pull your car into the empty bay, bringing them over. By now, he knows your car inside and out, so he knows exactly what tools to grab.

“Mmkay, let’s see what’s going on,” he says, pushing the hood up. He looks around for the potential problem, cigarette clenched between his teeth. “Ah, I think I see what’s wrong.”

You look over his shoulder as he leans down and pulls at one of the valves. Your eyebrows furrow slightly when you don’t recognize the part he’s inspecting.

“What is it?”

“Your PCV valve is all messed up,” he says. “You’re lucky your engine didn’t catch fire, Jesus...this is one of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

“Is it reasonably easy to fix?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip. You hope it’s an easy fix, both for Eddie’s sake and your wallet’s sake.

He nods, crushing his cigarette out in an ashtray on top of the tool cart. “Yeah, it’s a quick fix.”

It’s then that he realizes you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. His eyes linger over your figure for a moment, a small smirk tugging at his lips as a lightbulb goes off in his head.

“Even you could fix it...how about I teach you, hm?”

Your eyebrows raise. “What? You want me to fix my own car, wearing a sundress?”

“Why not? I can give you a shirt to change into if you want. It’s about time you learned this shit, it’ll save you lots of money. And save your old boyfriend some work.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine, teach me. But I’m not ruining my good dress.”

He jogs over to the office and rifles through the box, trying to find you a shirt. He does, but it’s a good three or four sizes too big for you. You can just wear it as a dress, he supposes. It’s not like anyone’s coming around here anytime soon anyway.

“Here,” he says, tossing you the shirt. “It’s the only one we have.”

You hold it up, eyes widening slightly. “You want me to wear this? It’s huge.”

“I don’t have anything else here, baby.”

Sighing, you head into the bathroom and change into the large shirt. It’s huge on you, buttons spanning down to just above your knees. You can’t believe you’re actually about to do this, fix your car wearing a fucking mechanic’s shirt as a dress.

When you come back out, Eddie tries not to stare but damn, you look even hotter than he thought. You left the first couple buttons undone, giving him just a peek of your cleavage.

And now, you’re gonna be bending over the hood of your car, reaching down, and that damn hem is probably gonna ride up to reveal your lacy--

“Looks fine,” he says. “It’s not as short as I thought it’d be.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this in an oversized uniform shirt.”

He smirks. “I’m the worst, I know.”

You lean over the hood and he steps up behind you and leans over you a bit, beginning to point and explain what to do. As he does this, he’s acutely aware that his pelvis is right against your ass. 

It happens naturally, really, his hips pressing forward against your perfect ass. He does it once, and then twice, and before long he’s fully grinding himself against you.

You can feel how hard he is and you smirk to yourself, trying to pay attention to what he’s saying but it’s kind of difficult to do that when he’s dry humping you. You say nothing, though, continuing to pretend to listen to what he’s saying.

By the end of it, Eddie’s not even sure if he’s making sense. He’s fully hard and all the blood has already rushed southward. 

“Alright, so...go ahead and start the repair.”

“What?” you ask, in a bit of a daze over his repeated rutting. “Oh right, the repair.” Shit. You totally weren’t paying attention...how did he say you start again?

He smirks to himself at your hesitation. You weren’t paying attention to a damn word he said. 

Suddenly, he gives your ass a firm smack, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. 

“E-Eddie!” you gasp. “What was that for?”

The darkness in his eyes tells you all you need to know. “You weren’t paying attention, and you know what happens when my good girl doesn’t listen to me.”

Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin and your breath hitches at his words. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, I--”

His hand lands another harsh smack on your ass cheek and you gasp loudly, hips pressing forward into the car.

“I’m sure you are, princess,” he hums, kneading your warm cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “But I’m still gonna punish you.”

He spanks you twice more on the other cheek before pushing the oversized t-shirt up over your hips, revealing your lacy panties. Licking his lips, he traces a finger across the warm, damp material over your crotch.

“The first step is to pull the old PCV valve off. Do it.”

Your trembling hands reach down and pull the plug out. At the same time you do this, his finger dips under your panties and swipes across your aching clit. You whine and accidentally drop the plug.

“Fuck, goddamnit...” you curse. “I d-dropped it.”

Eddie sighs, shaking his head in faux disappointment. “Mmm. Well, you leave me no choice, kitten...”

Another two smacks are given and you let out a soft cry, gripping the front of the hood tightly.

“I-I’m sssorry!”

He leans forward and places a couple kisses on your neck, just behind your ear.

“Color?” he asks quietly.

You smile. Even in the heat of the moment, he’s still a gentleman. “Green.”

“Good.”

Two of his fingers suddenly press up into you and you fall forward a bit, moaning softly at the feeling. He starts moving his digits in and out of you, smoothing his other hand over the tender flesh of your ass.

“Look for the part,” he says lowly. “Shouldn’t have fallen too far. Now c’mon, we haven’t got all day.”

You lean down a bit further and look for the dropped part, biting down on your lip to prevent the loud noises threatening to spill from your lips. He speeds up gradually, making it hard to focus on finding the part, but you manage to pull it out soon enough. 

“Found i-it.”

He hums, curling his fingers inside you to hit that sensitive spot on your walls. His cock is still throbbing hard, leaking from the slit inside his boxers. He grinds up against you, matching the pace of his fingers. “Good girl. Now I’ll grab the brush and you can clean it.”

Eddie reaches over and digs around his toolbox for a moment while still maintaining the pace with his fingers. You’re moaning and gasping, barely able to grab the brush when he hands it to you. But you manage to and you begin clearing the grime off the inside of the valve.

“There we go, squeeze my fingers, just like that,” he coos as he feels you beginning to clench around him. “Such a good princess, fixing her own car while getting finger-fucked.”

A mewl leaves your pursed lips and your hips press down against his fingers, seeking more friction. Eddie hums, suddenly pulling away and sucking your glistening slick off his digits. 

“Mmmphh -- o-okay, it’s clean,” you breathe, holding up the now-dirty brush up for him to take. “W-What’s next?”

He grabs the brush from you and starts undoing his uniform trousers.

“Now, I’m gonna pound your little pussy until you’re cock drunk,” he states matter-of-factly. “And you’re gonna do the rest of the repair while I’m doing it. Understand?”

You nod and he yanks your panties to the side, slipping his cock through your folds. Your sensitive clit warms at the friction and your hips lurch at his velvety caress, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

He hands you the new plug. “Stick that in the tube. It’s gonna be kinda hard to get in at first, but you just have to work at it, okay?”

“Y-Yes,” you nod again. “I understand.”

Eddie smirks, hand sneaking up around your neck and pulling you up until your back presses against his front. His lips are right next to your ear, now, and he turns his head a bit, his soft, panting breath tickling your ear.

“Mm. Such a good girl.”

His cock suddenly sheathes itself inside you and you cry out softly, so worked up from his previous ministrations. He groans against your neck, nipping at your skin while his hips begin to move, fucking you slowly but deeply at first but he quickly picks up his pace. He releases your throat and you fall forward, just barely catching yourself on your arms before landing on the edge of the hood. 

You start trying to fit the plug into the tube frantically, and he’s right, it is tough. Even tougher when you’re bent over and getting railed from behind.

“F-Fuck!” you cry out, both in frustration and in pleasure. “I can’t...ssshit...I can’t get it!”

Eddie massages your hips as he fucks you harshly, moaning with each forward motion. “Yes you can, kitten, you can get it. Just p-push harder.”

You’re so overwhelmed, brain short-circuiting as Eddie fucks you even harder. You push and push and push that stupid little plug, but still, it won’t go in. You’re so close to orgasm, now, you can practically taste it.

But damnit, you’re gonna get this stupid plug in before you cum if it kills you. 

He smirks as he watches you fight with the plug. He can tell you’re determined to get it, even as your pussy spasms urgently around him.  “G-Good girl -- fuck -- you got it, princess.”

Finally, finally you manage to push that fucking thing in and you nearly cry in relief. When he realizes you’ve done it, he wraps a hand around your throat again and pulls you up against him. His hand then weaves in your hair and pulls firmly, forcing your back to arch.

“E-Eddie!” you gasp, suddenly reaching your peak with a cry of his name. “Eddie! Eddie!”

It seems like all you can say is his name and the occasional swear word, and that’s exactly how he wants you: so cock drunk that you can hardly form words. He loves it.

“Mmm!” he moans as he begins to climax, hips rutting frantically, losing any previous rhythm. “Fuuuuuuck, princess...”

Both of you are breathing heavily as you ride out your highs together, basking in the post-orgasm bliss. Eddie pulls away slowly and tucks himself away while you turn around, pulling your panties back on properly.

He’s wearing his usual dopey smile, pupils still blown wide with lust. He leans in and kisses your lips with a certain gentleness. You smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.

You look up at him when he pulls away, chuckling breathily.

“If I start fixing my car, are we gonna start doing that each time?”

Eddie laughs, kissing you again. “Anything for you, my love. Anything for you.”

~ masterlist ~

#eddies-perm #eddie munson #mechanic au #mechanic!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader smut

[tragicbeauty1991]

Today I got called a “murder apologist” (and other not so nice names) by someone who apparently does not like the fact that I love a good villain redemption arc. Let me explain a few things…

First off, welcome to my blog. We believe in the inherent goodness of humanity here. We believe in love and forgiveness and that people can change. We believe in kindness over bitterness, in hope over despair, and in reconciliation over revenge. And if that’s not your thing, maybe this isn’t the best blog for you to check out. And that’s okay. People are allowed to have different opinions.

Second… We recognize that there is a difference between fiction and reality. Just because I like a character and want to see them come around to the side of good does not mean that I approve of any or all of their actions. Murder is bad, kids. I think we can all agree on that point. I don’t support the character’s evil deeds. I support the idea of them working through the reasons they got to the point of doing them and then coming out on the other side of it as a better person who wants to try to make up for their past. I also recognize that there is a distinct difference between a fictional villain and a real-life serial killer in jail. I’m not that person who’s gonna be caught sending love letters to violent men in prison. I am, however, fascinated by them and am the kind of person who will listen to podcasts and watch documentaries that investigate the psychology of such people. I like to see what makes people do the things they do and I firmly believe that in the vast majority of cases, there is more than a little bit of nurture lacking in the “nature or nurture” cause of evil. People aren’t born evil. Learning how and why they became teaches empathy. And yes, I can empathize with them and still think they’re a terrible person. Maybe I’m naive, but I think the world can use more empathy, and I’d rather be a little too kind to someone who might not deserve it than bring more hatred into the world. Real people often don’t change their ways, but it does happen. And fiction allows a safe environment for us to play around with that idea.

Third… In the words of Wonder Woman, “It’s not about deserve.” Do I think these characters who have done awful, horrible things deserve to be redeemed? Probably not. But that’s the thing about grace and mercy…they are inherently undeserved gifts. And that doesn’t mean you don’t set boundaries. It doesn’t mean you put up with abuse. It doesn’t mean that actions don’t have legal or emotional or financial consequences and everything is automatically all rainbows and butterflies. Forgiveness isn’t a feeling. It’s a choice. It’s choosing to allow the legal system (and God, if you believe in Him) to do its work and taking yourself out of the equation in terms of offering vengeance. It’s not allowing yourself to get walked all over, but it’s also choosing not to go walking all over your enemy when you have the chance. Also…redemption isn’t something that happens overnight. It’s hard work. It’s a long process of the person slowly coming to realize that they were in the wrong, grieving deeply over the wrongs that they have done, and doing the best they can to make up for it by living a different sort of lifestyle. It’s not a single choice to do one good thing. It’s a million little choices to do the right thing instead of the easy thing over and over and over again. It’s stumbling along the way and making mistakes and getting back up and trying again. It’s learning to control anger and to accept that love and friendship and fear and heartbreak aren’t weakness. It’s learning to put others before themselves when before they only ever had to worry about looking out for Number One. To use a recent quote from the Loki series, “Raze it to the ground. That’s easy. Starting over is hard. Hope… Hope is hard.” Redemption doesn’t always mean a totally happy ending. It means becoming a better person, and there is often a lot of pain involved.

Finally, I’d like to conclude with the words I once heard from an Orthodox priest that really stuck with me and which I think are especially relevant to how I approach my thinking in both fictional villains and my actual fellow human beings… “Other sinful human beings are not the enemy. They are slaves of The Enemy. And you don’t hurt your enemy’s slaves. You try to set them free.”

#rant post #villain redemption #redemption arc #Christianity #religion #faith

[the-apostates-martyr]

Time to sound like a cranky old person but,

I am begging gen Z to understand that you live in reality. Begging.

I work management in a job that attracts a lot of teens and young 20 somethings. It's an expected first job, not super hard, not super busy, but more involved than stocking shelves or bagging groceries. And I get some great kids once in a while, some young adults who are learning how to adult.

But I get more kids who are coming out of a post COVID terminally online cocoon who have never been given a realistic image of the world outside their Tik Tok screen and it's horrifying.

I routinely have kids who call out at least once a week because they're stressed, they're anxious, they don't feel good, they overslept, they stayed up too late (note that this is after I try to teach them that they do not need to tell their employer why they are calling out and that it's in their best interest to not share personal or medical information that can be used against them but they think saying they're sick will be a get out of work free card). I've had more than one employee who I find sitting on the floor in front of the customer area because they're tired or "just chilling". Several who tell me after they've been hired that they can't work mornings, can't work evenings, can't work more than 5 hours days or more than 3 days in a row. I've had several talk to me about how they need to prioritize their mental health and take a self care day today, and tomorrow, and two days next week.

And I'm WORRIED for these kids, because the thing is, they are right that capitalism is a soul crusher, that we are overworked, that we are expected to give too much, that we deserve better hours and better pay, that our mental health needs to be our priority. These are all true things, but they think they can step out of mom and dad's house and into a world where they will be given these things and that's just...not the world we live in.

When I get a new hire I tell them about what is expected of them, they sign papers about hours and call outs and attendence and how they can be fired for not following this (I have no power to hire or fire I just manage them at their work). And still I have 22 year olds crying at me in the bathroom because they got fired for calling out 13 days in a month. I have kids who don't understand why they can't just stand there on their phone "vibing." That they should be exempt from talking to customers because they have social anxiety and have to accommodate them (this is a customer service job, there is no accommodations for not interacting with customers ) "They can't fire me for being sick!" But they can. "They can't fire me, I'm disabled and need these accomodations!" But they can, because nobody ever taught you what a reasonable accomodation is. "But we have a union!" A union can't help you after you've been written up four times.

I try to be a good first job and first boss. You need an extra break? Sure, go grab a snack. A customer yelled at you? I'll handle it, go cool off then we will talk about what to do next time. If you have an emergency, talk to me, you can probably leave early. I try to be a buffer between these young people and the corporate machine above me, meeting them where they are while trying bridge the gap between their ideals and the reality they're facing. And I still have employees who quit, telling me they're over worked and this or that is illegal (it isn't, it's just unfair) and they're gonna go find a job where they're appreciated, only to come back a few months later and ask for their job back because everywhere else sucked too.

But sorry. You didn't put in your two weeks like I told you to so now you're non rehireable and banned from ever working at this brand again.

I admire Gen Z's desire for something better. I'm not here to be a corporate bootlicker. I'm here as someone who needs to work my ass off to make ends meet. I'm disabled, my options are limited. I've been fired for my disability, which is legal cause you can't prove that's why and do you have the money for a lawyer to fight them? I don't. I play the game, I get by, and I'm just honestly really worried for these kids who have big dreams of a better world but no idea how to get by in the one they are in. You gotta eat, you gotta pay rent, you gotta have heat and power and water. You have to survive while you work on a world where you can thrive.

This isn't "gen Z lazy, gen Z stupid, Gen z bad", this is gen Z, especially working class gen Z, disabled gen Z and queer gen Z is gonna be totally fucked if they don't learn some entry level work skills and how to not get fired from Costco

[magicratfingers]

Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨ kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.

intense world of dick terrifying - goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test - learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office. Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure. Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long. media thats not just webcomics - dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved. Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings. Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere) WRHP s2 - started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again Sorcerer comic - paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together Emotional support paladin - paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up Bonnie & Clawd - more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect. Valentines day thing - got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something. Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy. Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. ) Dishupon - ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink. Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.

Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square. Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy

#process #progress report #posts feel more real than journal entries do

[suckerfordylansstuff]

New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting

Notes: I told you I had the next chapters ready to go. Enjoy! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 6 << Masterlist >> Epilogue

Making a sensory deprivation tank wasn’t in your plans today, but here you were with the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce, and Hopper separating into teams to prepare it. You were paired with Joyce and Eleven to help her prepare for the tank.

“Where can we find goggles in this school?” Joyce asked you and you pointed to a classroom at the end of the hallway.

“That way is where the science classroom is. You will easily find goggles there. I’ll come find you after I get Eleven something to eat to regain some of her strength.”

You left Joyce and Eleven as you headed in the opposite direction towards the kitchen area. Walking through these halls made you almost nostalgic as you remembered your time spent here. It wasn’t any different than high school, kids were mean, and teachers were too strict, but right now you longed for the lost innocence of your old self.

You stepped into the kitchen and tried hard to find something a little edible in this nightmare of a kitchen. You ended up opening a refrigerator to find probably hundreds of puddings in there. You grabbed two of those and the cleanest spoon you could find and made your way back to the classroom where you found Joyce and Eleven sitting on two chairs facing each other. Joyce was busy covering the goggles with tape as you walked in, grabbed another chair, and sat down with them.

“Here, I hope it’s not spoiled.” you joked and opened the pudding for her and held it out for her along with the spoon. She sent you a small smile and started eating it. You turned your attention to Joyce who was just finishing up the goggles.

“You think this will be good enough?” she held them up for you to see.

“Yeah, they should be able to let her concentrate better.”

“Great…” she looked at Eleven for a moment. The girl was eating the dessert fast and before you knew it she was reaching for the other one. You both smiled at her, making you miss Joyce’s eyes now on you “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” your head whipped in her direction.

“When you guys found her, you should have said something to us.” Joyce’s words were so sincere, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

You smiled and looked at her shaking your head a bit “You were focused on Will… And she looked so scared around me at the beginning, I didn’t want to bring more adults before we had completely gained her trust.” Joyce understood, but she still felt bad that you had to deal with all this before she learned more about this case. It was just her motherly instincts kicking in. Almost losing Will forever made her feel empty, and she didn’t want to feel it again with any of you.

“Just know that you can always come to me for anything.” her smile made your lips turn upwards as well, taking her hand in yours.

“I will.”

“Finished.” Eleven’s words pulled you towards her and you grabbed the empty cups, getting off your seat to go throw them into the bin. In the meantime, Joyce was talking to Eleven about the goggles.

“Okay, great. So, this should keep it dark for you. Just like in your bathtub.” she stopped for a moment to take a good look at the little girl “You’re a very brave girl. You know that don’t you? Everything you’re doing for my boy… for Will… for my family… Thank you.” you returned to your chair and watched as they held hands “Listen. I am gonna be there with you the whole time. We both will. And if it ever gets too scary in that place, just let us know, okay?” you nodded at her words and waited for El’s answer.

“Yes.”

“Ready?” you spoke up.

“Ready.”

The three of you made your way back to the gymnasium where the others had set up the pool. Everything was ready for her. You took your seat in between Dustin and Lucas as you all watched the young girl put on the goggles, enter the pool, and relax her body to float.

You can feel your anxiety kicking in, the silence around the room making it worse while you wait for something, anything to happen.

The lights started flickering above you before turning off completely, darkness surrounding you.

Not much time passed when Eleven’s voice filled the gymnasium and the lights started flickering again. But you didn’t care. Your entire focus was on Eleven and the word she whispered, the name ‘Barbara’.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked, her voice filled with fear, begging for good news. But all of your hopes were let down when the girl before you started repeating the word ‘gone’ each time getting louder and louder. Tears filled your eyes as they fell to the ground. Your friend was gone, you would never see her again.

You could hear Joyce reassuring Eleven, her screaming easing down, but you still couldn’t look up, like a weight keeping your head down. A hand covered yours and squeezed it tight, pulling you out of your trance. Dustin was looking at you with his big eyes and you used your strength to nod, silently telling him ‘thank you’.

Both your heads turned back to Eleven who had now found Will at Castle Byers. The realization that at least Will was okay, allowed you to take a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had gathered underneath your eyes.

“You tell him… Tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.” Joyce said to her and Eleven repeated the words. The static coming from the radio stopped for a moment when a single word came through.

“Hurry.” you gasped as you heard Will’s voice, weak and small, but it was his.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to- to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.” Joyce was on the peak of tears after hearing her son’s voice.

You could hear Eleven reassuring Will when she suddenly stopped speaking, whimpers now only coming from the radio. El shot up from her lying position, breaking any connection with the Upside Down. She was crying but she was okay. Joyce took her in her arms and tried to calm her down.

The girl ended up cuddling in a blanket, sitting with the rest of the kids, while Hopper and Joyce started making plans, Jonathan helping them, when you realized that Nancy wasn’t in here with you, you silently made your way outside.

You found her outside the room, sitting on the ground and leaning her back on the wall, her knees brought up to her chest. She looked sad and lonely. You knew all you could offer her right now was just your presence. You couldn’t make her happy or less worried or angry at herself because you were in the same situation. You had both lost a friend, a best friend in Nancy’s case.

But the brunette didn’t care about words of empathy, she just didn’t want to be alone, so as soon as you sat beside her she hugged your form as tight as she could, praying that nothing else bad would happen to any of you.

Being in Nancy’s arms brought back all the emotions you felt when you heard the word ‘gone’ from Eleven’s mouth “I’m so sorry, Nance.” you fought back the tears in your eyes as you hugged her tighter.

“I’m sorry too.” her voice whispered in your ear.

You spent a good while just holding each other, your head ending up on her shoulder when Jonathan walked out of the gymnasium and spotted you. You watched as he made his way towards you and sat next to Nancy, the comfortable silence lasting for only a moment longer before Nancy spoke up.

“We have to go back to the station.”

“What?” you and Jonathan said in unison, your own head leaving the comfort of her shoulder as you sat up straight.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. We can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t.” you all knew she was right. Hopper and Joyce haven’t seen this thing and for all you could know more of these monsters could be down there. The least you could do was distract one of them, possibly, hopefully, even kill it.

“So, the plan’s still on?” you knew what the answer was going to be, but you had to make sure you were all on the same page.

“I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.” Nancy answered you.

___

You left without saying a word to the kids. You knew if you had gone back to the gymnasium, they would have wanted to join your task and there was no way in hell you were even having that conversation. So, you didn’t say goodbye to Dustin, which meant you also couldn’t die during this madness of a plan, because you really couldn’t leave without telling him a final goodbye.

Your first stop was at the station, taking back the stuff Hopper had taken out of Jonathan’s car. Then you headed straight to his house. The first thing on the plan was to put back on the bulbs of the hundred little Christmas lights Joyce had put up. After that, you had to take care of the weapon equipment. Nancy had her gun with her, but unfortunately for you, the Byers didn’t have any other weapons inside the house, so you decided to use that and help Jonathan get creative with the baseball bat they had, putting nails all over it. For your protection, you had a couple of knives that you carried with you. Sure, they were small, but you had good aim.

You watched Jonathan carefully place the bear trap in the hallway, helping him when he needed it. The final step was to pour gasoline all over the hallway, stopping just at the living room’s entrance where you placed a chair and the yo-yo that was connected all the way to Will’s room. After all the preparations, the three of you gathered around in a circle, each of you holding a knife.

“Remember.”

“Straight into Will’s room. And-” Nancy said before Jonathan spoke again.

“Don’t step on the trap.” your friend’s eyes fell on you.

“Wait for the yo-yo to move.” you finished and held his gaze.

“Then…” he lights up his lighter for just a second, before bringing his focus back on the task at hand “All right. You ready?”

“Ready.” you and Nancy say, holding up your blades, a small hint of apprehension rising inside you.

“On three. One. Two… You don’t have to do this.” Jonathan must have noticed your shaking hand closing in on your free palm.

“Jonathan, stop talking.” Nancy told him.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to-”

“Three.” you said determined and you grazed your palm as much as you had to draw out blood, to draw the monster to you. Nancy and Jonathan followed along, and the room filled with your gasps of pain. You dropped the blade on the table next to you and rushed to grab the bandages, tightening them around your hand to stop the bleeding. Nancy came over to help you tighten the fabric around your hand, waiting for her own turn.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your thoughts were interrupted by a creaking sound.

“Did you hear that?” Nancy asked the three of you. She and Jonathan were sitting together on the couch as she was helping him with his cut. You were sitting on the opposite side of the room, playing with your blade after cleaning it, and calming yourself down before everything happened.

“It’s just the wind. Don’t worry.” he said to the both of you with a soft voice “My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” Nancy questioned.

“Blink. Think of them as alarms.” he explained.

“Like when El uses her powers.” you thought out loud. Your eyes connected with Jonathan’s and his look made you stare back down on your hands. Mentioning Eleven’s name right now reminded you of everything you kept from them, from your friend who was so desperately trying to find his brother, oblivious to the fact that you knew the entire time. You felt guilty and embarrassed, but you swallowed down any unwanted feelings for now. The sudden knocking on the door certainly helped get your mind off of things as it startled all of you.

“Shit…” the curse left your lips while your heartbeat peaked up.

“Jonathan! Are you there, man? It’s… It’s Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!” Harrington’s voice was clearly heard through the door, only making you question whether it was true, or the gasoline had messed up with your head.

You turned to look at your friends, silently asking them what the hell are you gonna do now. His knocking wasn’t stopping, his voice was getting louder, and you couldn’t believe you were worrying about Steve’s well-being right now, but if you didn’t stop him right now there was a high chance your high school was going to have to find a new ‘King’.

So, Nancy quickly opened the door and tried to make him leave, keeping her answers short, which wasn’t making her dear Steve any less concerned. You and Jonathan kept quiet just waiting for this to be resolved, when Steve’s worried question made you pay more attention to the conversation happening by the door.

“Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?”

“Nothing. It- It was an accident.” Nancy tried to dismiss him, but he wasn’t bulging.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?”

“No.”

“Let me in.” Steve pushed past her and stopped in his tracks as you and Jonathan came into view, as well as the hundreds of lights and the weapons lying around. Yeah, it didn’t look good on any of you “What is…”

“Get out of here.” Jonathan tried to push him back out, but Steve was strong enough to hold his position.

“Whoa. What is all-” he pointed around, but you really didn’t have time for his questions.

“Get out, Harrington.” you pointed towards the door.

“Listen to me, I’m asking you. I’m telling you, get out of here!” Jonathan was still pushing him back, but still to no avail.

“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?” you and Jonathan continued your yelling, failing to make the famous jock leave, when Nancy’s voice grabbed your attention from behind.

“Steve, get out!” you turned around only to find the end of Nancy’s gun pointed to Steve. You took a step back letting her handle the situation.

“Wait, what? What is going on?” the guy looked startled as he watched the high school sweetheart with a gun.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.” Nancy told him.

You watched the scene unfold before you, Nancy starting her countdown when the flickering of light caught your attention, your eyes widening with realization.

“Guys.” you called out, slightly hitting Jonathan’s arm to get his attention, pointing up at the lights.

“Nancy.” he tells her, but she’s too focused to hear you.

“Wait. What- what is this?” Steve asked, terrified over what was happening before him.

“Nancy!” you screamed.

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan finally managed to get her attention “It’s here.”

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve said.

“Where is it?” Nancy completely forgot about Steve as she walked next to the two of you. Your backs faced each other, creating a circle so you could have a clear view of the room before you.

“Where is what? Whoa! Easy with these!” Steve exclaimed when he saw you use your weapons out for defense. He was watching everything happen before him and did not understand a thing. Why were you all here? Why were you all hurt? Why did you have weapons? And what were you looking for?

“Where is it?” Nancy asked again, getting impatient.

“I don’t know. I don’t see it.” Jonathan said.

While your eyes were moving everywhere at once, trying to find a glimpse of the monster and ignoring Steve’s cry for an explanation, you saw specks of dust falling in front of you, making you look up. Suddenly, with a loud thud, the creature appeared from the ceiling “There!” you pointed.

Nancy started firing at the creature but Jonathan was already grabbing her, yelling for all of you to start running. With quick breaths, you began walking backward following your friends, but Steve’s still body made you stop. You grabbed his hand, tagging him along with you. You both started running, quickly telling him to jump over the bear trap, only letting go of each other when you entered the room and Jonathan closed the door.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?” Steve was panicking and yelling at the three of you, but right now it wasn’t the time to draw any more attention to you, so you collectively decided to tell him to ‘shut up’ while you waited to see what the monster was going to do.

You could hear shrieking from outside so you took your position with your blade out before the door next to Nancy and Jonathan, who had the lighter ready, waiting for the yo-yo to give him the signal to drop it. The plan was for the Demogorgon to trap itself in the bear trap and then light up the hallway, so it would burn up.

So, you stood there, hearing it walk around the house, panting as you prayed to hear the trap go off, but nothing was happening.

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asked you.

“I don’t know.” Jonathan answered.

The flickering lights returned to normal when you noticed that the house was now too quiet.

“Can you hear it?” your voice was small, dreading any type of answer you would receive.

Jonathan just muttered no. He put his lighter back in his pocket and carefully opened the door, each of you going out one by one. You looked around the house, expecting to find it hidden in a corner, ready to sneak up on you, but it was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself relax for a moment, your knees almost giving up as you crouched down in exhaustion. But, of course, you couldn’t even have a moment to yourself since Steve had started panicking again, yelling how this was all crazy. You stood up when you saw him grab the phone to call for help, but Nancy was quick to stop him, throwing it on the floor.

“What are you- What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back. So, you need to leave. Right now.” she instructed him.

The guy was frozen for a moment, looking around the trashed living room and glancing at Jonathan and you for confirmation. It didn’t take long for him to understand how serious all of this was, scrambling to take his car keys out when he fled to the door.

A few moments after the door closed behind him, the lights started acting up again “Get ready.” 

You held the same position as before, looking around the room to spot it. Nancy’s adrenaline was making her ramble about where the hell it was, while Jonathan’s impatience was getting the best of him as he was now ordering the creature to show itself. You just stayed silent, trying to realize where it was going to appear.

Suddenly the lights went out and a growl was heard from behind you.

“Jonathan!” Nancy screamed for the boy’s name as the Demogorgon attacked him, sending him to the floor, the bat falling from his grasp, leaving him helpless as the creature climbed on top of him.

“Nancy, shoot it!” you yelled, and she responded quickly, the sound of shots filling your ears.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

The Demogorgon rose from the ground, the bullets doing little to no damage as it began closing in on Nancy. You just watched in horror for just a moment, watched as Nancy continued firing at it, but when she ran out of bullets, you took it as your cue to help her out. You take a deep breath and aim the blade at it. Luckily for you, it successfully landed on its back, making it shriek in pain. Unluckily for you, it didn’t do enough damage to stop it from coming towards you.

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when the abandoned bat caught the corner. The adrenaline inside you told you, you could make it, you could grab it and beat the creature with it. But your fate was decided for you when it clawed the carpet from under your feet, sending you to the floor.

You thought this was it. You hopelessly laid on the floor watching the monster approach. Its petal-shaped mouth opening up, revealing hundreds of teeth ready to demolish you. Your eyes closed waiting for the impact, and it did come, it just wasn’t for you.

You opened your eyes to see none other than Steve Harrington swinging Jonathan’s bar effortlessly, avoiding any contact the Demogorgon tried to make and in return landing every swing he made. You watched him in awe, tears prickling in your eyes as the realization of not dying caught up to you.

Nancy was helping you get back on your feet when a snapping sound caught your attention.

“He’s in the trap! He’s stuck!” Steve yelled and Nancy screamed for Jonathan to do it now.

He goes over to the poured liquid on the carpet and drops his lighter, fire igniting in the hallway, the monster screeching in pain. The heat burned your face, so you shielded it with your arm. You saw Jonathan grab the fire extinguisher as he instructed you to get back before firing it.

After a few seconds, the fire was out, smoke filling your lungs and making you cough. As it cleared out, the four of you started walking forward to see the damage, Steve next to you still holding the bat ready to defend all of you. But you quickly realized that once again, it had disappeared.

“What…” you mumbled under your breath.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asked.

“No. It has to be dead. It has to be…” Jonathan was panting, frustration filling his entire body.

You put a comforting hand on his shoulder when you notice the Christmas lights before you light up one by one. In fear you all backed away slowly, nearing the end of the hallway when they stopped approaching you and started lighting up in the opposite direction. Steve, who was now shielding the rest of you with his body and the bat, began following after them, which made you all follow after him slowly.

The lights lead you back to the living room and you all look at them nearing the front door. Jonathan moves a bit ahead of the rest of you, muttering something before you all follow the lights outside of the house.

You stand on the porch watching the streetlamp flicker for just a moment, then return back to its normal state.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t think that’s the monster.” Jonathan simply answered as you all stood in silence catching your breath and hoping you did enough to help Joyce and Hopper out.

~~~

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[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i keep repeating in my head, it's okay and it's gonna be okay. i'm seven weeks into my busy season, and one of the things i like about tutoring as a job is that it has a busy season meaning that it also has a lax season, i like having a life organized into seasons and spurts, and by january most of these kids will have taken their tests and be done with tutoring. my busy season has been busier than usual partly due to some financial catching up via other freelance work and partly due to i just kind of miscalculated my load with the summer breaks and am a little too scheduled, but my one ACT kid is taking her final text next weekend which means tuesdays will be less gnarly and i don't have to prep any more ACT science sections (the worst and most horrible of all the tests). i am not being very proactive about staying connected but i am not completely holed up in the tunnel between home and work either. i am not writing as much as i wish i were or on the project i wish i were working on but i am not writing nothing and when i finish the thing i am writing it will be the first proper draft of an original short story i have ever written, and i am actually pretty sure i will finish this draft because one thing that writing six hundred thousand words of fanfiction in the past four years has shown me is how it feels to know that you have reached the point where the story exists and you just need to keep writing it and this feels like that, although i also already have notes i am saving for draft two someday far in the future because i simply cannot cope with attempting to incorporate them now. before this year i had never completed a 6-week workout program but i have worked out five times a week every single week all these seven weeks and while life or illness or whatever may send me off course i have no real doubt anymore i'll finish the final three weeks of the one i'm doing and then go on to something else. i read a biography of lorraine hansberry for my book club and the haunting of hill house and maureen ryan's book about the toxicity of hollywood and i am reading my friend's hardcover novel that was once a 14-page word document she emailed me nine years ago. i am not sleeping at the most normal human hours but i am not waking up at noon or at eleven or even at ten nearly all days. i am eating a lot of frozen burritos and club sandwiches at local chains but i almost never order delivery anymore except for period burger. a few nights ago i was home alone and fell into a hole of such profound sadness that i howled into my pillow like a child or a wounded animal expecting to spend hours like that but to my own surprise it seemed i sort of screamed it out and after a few minutes of that i felt quite calm. today i went to a museum and next weekend i will be going to a wedding! i should probably start meditating again. it's okay maybe to simply maintain what i feel i can maintain and trust that when i have more time i will resume the project of learning to make better use of it. it is okay actually. no maybe. it's okay and it's gonna be okay.

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ what’s the point, she’s dead? ”  

“ you look like a man who could do some wishful drinking. ”

“ been behind this bar since you were in short trousers. ”  

“ not seen you in here before. ”  

“ i don’t get out much. ”  

“ i bet you’re the life and soul of the party, eh? ”  

“ whilst he was a bit of a sadistic cunt, he was first and foremost a professional. ”

“ he’s eye-fucking us. ”  

“ there’s blood everywhere. ”  

“ you must be a tough guy then. ”  

“ you don’t look like a tough guy to me. ”  

“ finish the fucking story. ”  

“ am i supposed to be scared? ”  

“ anyone else make a move on me, i’ll kill them! ”  

“ get away from that door! ”  

“ you remind me of someone. ”  

“ only takes a moment to be courteous. ”  

“ i don’t blush now, darlin’. ”  

“ can’t fucking hear myself think. ”  

“ well, to be fair, you have just blown his foot off - it will sting a bit. ”

“ nice and quiet. ”  

“ you’re full of shit, apparently. ”  

“ you eyeball me i’ll blow your fucking head off. ”  

“ this isn’t the first time i’ve looked into that end of a shooter. ”  

“ prison turned you into a stone-cold killer, did it? ”  

“ i’m gonna take pleasure cracking your fucking skull open. ”  

“ i got pretty good at waiting. ”  

“ doesn’t know the meaning of dishonesty. ”  

“ means more to me than life itself. ”  

“ never, ever, ever lend money to family ”  

“ why do you talk to me like that, eh? condescending. ”  

“ you always fucking get excited, you and that temper. ”  

“ i don’t wanna do anything illegal. ”  

“ trust me, it’s a piece of piss. ”  

“ so you knocked him out cold? ”  

“ it hurt, and i don’t just mean the money. ”  

“ i made a mistake, right? it’s not gonna happen again. ”

“ about two and a half pounds of none of your fucking business. ”

“ if she causes you any trouble, you can knock her out cold, can’t you? ”

“ i didn’t have a criminal record, i never had that mindset. ”  

“ say excuse me, cunt. ”  

“ excuse me, cunt. ”  

“ you should’ve said please. ”  

“ they make me look scary as fuck. ”  

“ got into a bit of a scuffle. ”  

“ nothing to be proud of. ”  

“ i was on my own. ”  

“ it was clear that i was gonna have to look after myself. ”

“ it’s self-defence, clearly, right? ”  

“ what do you want me to do, let them stab me? ”  

“ i had to change myself into something i didn’t even recognise anymore. ”

“ the body can be strengthened to a degree, but it’s your mind that makes you impervious to defeat. ”

“ just like the skin on your knuckles, the mind can be made callous as fuck. ”

“ i learned how to take pain, but more importantly, i learned how to dish it out. ”

“ my daily existence became about survival. ”  

“ i bet you didn’t know it’s possible to make your own napalm in prison. ”

“ probably not gonna be easy for you to hear. ”  

“ i didn’t think you had it in you. ”  

“ none of us had planned on being held hostage today. ”

“ i’ve got the devil me in me, too. but i learned to accept my wickedness, i learned to apply it for good. ”

“ you’ve gone and messed up my nice interrogation room floor. ”

“ i fucking remember it vividly. ”  

“ this is so fucking bad. ”  

“ i’ve been living with the threat of violence hanging over my head, twenty-four-fucking-seven. ”

“ i’ve been stabbed half a dozen times. ”  

“ i’ve killed people, with my bare fucking hands. ”  

“ you do have a problem with your attitude. ”  

“ you’re a loose cannon. ”  

“ i never said a fucking word, not a syllable! ”  

“ you’re not thinking straight. ”  

“ there’s no coming back from that. ”  

“ maybe i don’t wanna come back. ”  

“ oh, shit me, that toast smells nice. ”  

“ are they aware of what you do? ”  

“ i didn’t take you for the violent type. ”  

“ you sure are racking up the reasons to get yourself killed tonight. ”

“ i hope your little revenge mission was worth it. ”

“ key words there - revenge. ”  

“ when i found that purpose? well only then could i bear all the pain and suffering, because now it all had a meaning. ”

“ why are you protecting him? ”  

“ they’re gonna kill you in here, you know that, right? ”

“ i’d quite like to leave, actually. ”  

“ the only thing you’re ever gonna be remembered for is being a fucking mess. ”

“ i’m alright not being remembered for anything. ”

“ whatever satisfaction you think you’re gonna get out of all this is gonna be very fucking short-lived. ”

“ i will not be fucking disrespected. ”  

“ what’s done is done. ”  

“ that’s what happens when you get other people to do your dirty work, you forget to check the gun to see if it’s loaded. ”

“ two shots, two barrels, and i’ve already used both of them, you dumb fuck. ”

“ i think i’ll call it a night then. ”  

“ sorry about the mess. ”  

“ i’m thinking clearer than i have done in years. ”

#( sentence. ) #sentence meme #sentence starters #rp meme #rp starters #movies #crime #action #avengement

[thorin-apologist]

the big debut

sooo ive been writing this bagginshield fic on and off for the past 2.5 years, it isnt quite finished but im going to start editing and posting chapters very soon (expect month long hiatuses because im terrible) but i just wanna get it out there!!! so heres the prologue, which will be posted to ao3 along with chapter 1 whenever i finish editing it. if so much as one person likes this shit im gonna be spurred on to work faster. ANYWAYS heres the prologue under the cut!! (approx 2.7k words, no TW just slight angst)

Prologue

“You’d think I asked my cousins to die and leave behind a parentless child,” Bilbo said bitterly to Balin. He was getting quite sick of Thorin Oakenshield hastily leaving any room Bilbo walked into. In this instance, it was one of Erebor’s libraries.

“He doesn’t resent your decision to leave us,” said Balin as he led Bilbo to the section of books written in Westron. “In fact, I think he’s more ashamed of how upset he is – he thinks it is you, and only you, who should be allowed to grieve at this time.”

“Sounds ridiculous enough, so you’re probably right.” Thorin’s strange, stubborn ways never failed to exasperate Bilbo, even after one and a half years of knowing him. “So, is he just going to hide from me until I’m gone?”

“I’ll talk some sense into him, laddie.”

Bilbo perused the shelves with Balin at his side, flicking through books and handing Balin the ones that caught his eye. Although he had to force himself to skip over the thick, heavy, leatherbound volumes, he was determined to take as much of the Lonely Mountain he could carry back to the Shire with him, regarding all his chosen books and keepsakes as his real fourteenth share.

On the 22nd of September, just days ago, Gandalf had stopped by the Lonely Mountain to wish Bilbo a happy birthday - though of course, this was not his sole motive for coming. He joined the dwarven birthday celebrations, eating and drinking and singing with them all through the night, waiting until Bilbo’s merry mood began to dissipate with exhaustion before taking him aside and extinguishing any residual cheer left in him.

“I am sorry that I must dampen your spirits on a day of celebration, but there will be no right moment fit for this news and it’s best that I get it over with sooner rather than later.” Gandalf paused, waiting for the sleepy smile to slide off Bilbo’s face. “Upon my last visit to the Shire, I learned the news that your cousin Drogo and his wife Primula had drowned in a boating accident not long before my arrival. This was mere months after their son Frodo was born. He was taken in by the Brandybucks and will live at Brandy Hall indefinitely.” Gandalf fell silent again, but not for nearly as long as Bilbo needed to process the blow from this information. Gandalf’s next words echoed from far away: “Today is his first birthday - he shares the day with you. He would have a better life at Bag End…”

Bilbo had viewed the Shire as something he would ultimately return to when it pulled hard enough at his heart, but until that moment came, it wouldn’t hurt to stay in Erebor a little longer. However, a month had turned into two months, and two into three, and three into ten, and still he had not felt compelled to leave. It was only at this horrible news that he realised that life went on without him there - hadn’t stopped in his absence, waiting patiently for him to return at his leisure. In the end, it was the grief of losing two dear relatives, the thought of the orphaned boy, and the guilt of completely missing something so important that prompted his journey back to the Shire.

*

Balin must’ve done as he’d promised and given Thorin a talking to, because he finally came out of hiding and approached Bilbo just before his official send-off the next day. It was dawn, so the Lonely Mountain’s vast foyer was empty apart from him and Thorin. They faced each other in dim light by the towering entrance gates, Bilbo with an armful of books that Thorin narrowed his eyes at.

“Haven’t you outgrown burglary, Master Baggins?”

Bilbo smiled at Thorin’s folded arms, knowing he was not in any real trouble. “Maybe not. Why, going to banish me for it?”

Thorin laughed softly and dropped the stern façade. “Take whatever you desire. Erebor is forever indebted to you.”

Bilbo’s bare feet shuffled sheepishly on the smooth stone floor. He always felt awkward whenever anyone acknowledged his part in reclaiming Erebor. His actions had led to victory, but also to devastation for so many people, and the latter was what he remembered whenever it was brought up. He tried to push it from his mind, not wanting to dwell on it during his last moments inside this place. “Don’t tempt me, I might take something expensive.”

Thorin asked questions about Bilbo’s route home, whether Gandalf would accompany him for the whole journey, and if he had enough food and supplies to last them both. None of these things warranted a private conversation before the rest of the company came down, but Bilbo was glad for it to be this way.

Despite his close friendship with Thorin, they had rarely been alone together over these past ten months. Thorin was either out on regular visits to Dale and Lake Town, overseeing Erebor’s reconstruction, or being forced to sit down and look over what Bilbo liked to call ‘kingly paperwork’, which mainly consisted of reviewing outdated laws and renewing old trade agreements. Thorin worked hard, but for all his work, Bilbo knew that his gold-sick mistakes still plagued him. In any case, it was in Thorin’s nature to be among his people, joining in the grunt work instead of lounging on a throne and ordering others around. Bilbo enjoyed helping with the paperwork when he could, usually accompanied by Balin and sometimes Dain Ironfoot – Thorin’s most trusted royal advisors. On many occasions, Bilbo was invited to dine in the King’s private hall, meant only for royalty and any desired guests. This party usually consisted of Thorin, Fili and Kili, their mother Dis, and often Dwalin, Balin, and Dain. Bilbo would’ve liked to have seen Thorin outside of these settings, but this was virtually impossible. Now that he was leaving however, he knew he would cherish all the time he got to spend with Thorin’s family and the rest of the company.

The small talk drew to a natural close and a short silence fell. Thorin broke it.

“Do you have any intention of returning?” Thorin said it casually enough but refused to meet Bilbo’s eye. A book began to slip from under Bilbo’s arm. He caught it and wedged it back into place. Thorin added, “It will be a sore loss for Erebor’s counsel.”

“Balin will keep you right,” said Bilbo, stalling as he thought of how best to respond to the original question. “I would hate to never return. I hate that I’m leaving now.”

Thorin brightened. “So, you will come back? When you are able, I mean.”

Now it was Bilbo’s turn to avoid Thorin’s eye. “It’s not that simple. It was irresponsible of me to stay so long. Really it was irresponsible to come in the first place.” Thorin nodded, his eyebrows sinking back down. “Not that I regret it,” said Bilbo quickly, “No, not at all. But I have family; obligations…” Bilbo bit the inside of his cheek. “And I have already let them down by not being there. The funeral would’ve been months ago. And the boy, he needs—”

“Yes, of course. I know,” said Thorin gently, quelling Bilbo’s anxious rambling. “I know you must go back to your family. It was selfish of me to hope for anything else.”

On the contrary, it warmed Bilbo to know that Thorin Oakenshield wanted him to stay. A bolder Bilbo might’ve made it known to Thorin that he felt equally selfish, and that if Thorin elaborated on what he hoped, it might just persuade him to abandon his plans. But this conversation was already looking to become uncomfortable. Bilbo needed easy, clean goodbyes today.

Luckily, it was at that moment that the chattering of Fili and Kili began to echo into the foyer. They soon emerged from a connected hallway, accompanied by Dis, whom Bilbo had come to like very much. She had silver-streaked dark hair and a strong nose, like her brother Thorin, but she shared the same kind brown eyes as Kili. However, her beard was by far the most impressive of all her family; tamed, glossy, and styled in intricate braids.

“Knew he’d be the first one down. Thorin! Changed his mind yet?” Fili called as they all approached. Thorin rolled his eyes.

As soon as they came to the place Bilbo stood, Fili and Kili pulled him into a group hug, making him drop most of his books. Bilbo decided drop the rest so that he could reach up and put an arm around each of their shoulders.

These two had come especially close to death during last year’s war, as had Thorin. In the recovery tents as the battle died away, Bilbo sat at their bedsides with Dis, who had been a part of the army from the Iron Hills but had not managed to get to her family during the fight. During this time, she had opened up to Bilbo, telling him stories about Fili and Kili as children, and some surprising tales about Thorin in his youth. Bilbo learned about Frerin, her and Thorin’s brother who had been killed in battle before he could come of age, and of Dis’ late husband, who had died alongside him. It was then that Bilbo realised that her sons and Thorin were the only family she had left, and how close she had come to losing everything.

“Tauriel sends her love,” said Kili as he and Fili broke away, “she and Legolas are working on repealing the Elvenkingdom’s law against marriage between dwarves and elves. You might run into them in Mirkwood, actually – if they don’t end up banished again.”

“If I come past the Elvenking’s Halls, I’m marching inside and giving Thranduil a piece of my mind on the matter,” said Bilbo.

Dis stepped forward, smiling at him. “You are sweet, Bilbo,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It has been a joy to have you here. Our family will never forget what you have done for us.” Fili and Kili nodded in agreement.

“It has been an honour to be allowed to stay here for so long,” said Bilbo graciously, choosing again to ignore the uncomfortable latter statement.

“Don’t be silly, I am reluctantly allowing you to leave us,” she said. Bilbo smiled.

Dwalin and Balin came down next. Bilbo pretended not to notice Balin’s overly wet eyes, not wanting to copy them. Next came Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur. It had been Bofur whom Bilbo had ended up spending the most time around during his stay, as he was simply wonderful to be around; always finding ways to make Bilbo laugh after such a dark time. He gripped Bofur especially hard when they hugged, receiving hearty pats on the back in return.

Oin and Gloin soon joined the throng, and finally Ori, Dori, and Nori. Now that everyone was there, there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Dwalin and Dori headed over to either side of the gates and hauled the chains that opened them. The gates slowly parted outwards, revealing the bare grounds stretched out before the Mountain. The only things that had been added since the battle were some hastily built pens and huts dotted here and there. Mist obscured the horizon and muted the low-hanging sun’s rays.

Just outside the gates, Gandalf was standing by a cart attached to two horses and laden with all of Bilbo’s things. Bilbo and the company walked forwards into the chilly autumn morning. He reached the cart and loaded the last of his books. Gandalf looked down his long, crooked nose at him with sympathy in his eyes. Without saying anything, Gandalf gently patted Bilbo on the shoulder and boarded the cart. Bilbo turned around to face the fourteen dwarves, who were already huddling around him. They all took it in turns to embrace him (with some coming back for seconds), wishing him good luck and a safe journey.

When it was Thorin’s turn, he murmured in Bilbo’s ear as he held him, “Please write.” Bilbo nodded into the thick furs of Thorin’s cloak. They came apart for a moment. Then, to Bilbo’s shock, Thorin brushed his forehead against Bilbo’s. It was brief, but unmistakeable.

He heard a murmur from the group and hid his face as he climbed into the cart. Bilbo had been around dwarves long enough to know the gravity of that gesture. Bilbo valiantly tried to maintain his composure as he faced his dwarves for the last time.

“I will visit, if I can,” said Bilbo to the group, though he was looking at Thorin. Maybe it wasn’t as impossible as he had been telling himself; he might be able to find a babysitter once Frodo was old enough. Another impulse of irresponsibility might attack him again, and he could find himself running out the door without a handkerchief or a second thought. He would have to try a bit harder to fight these impulses now that he would have a child to look after. But if the last year and a half had taught Bilbo anything, it was that he could never be certain of what he might do next.

“You’d better,” Dwalin growled, and many of the others agreed in mutters.

“And likewise,” said Bilbo, his voice dangerously close to breaking, “you are all welcome at Bag End. Anytime.” As soon as you can, as often as you like, as many of you as Bag End can fit.

Gandalf took the reins and started the horses, guiding the cart away from the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo tried to keep his gaze on the dwarves, trying to burn their faces into his memory as they shrank away from him, but found that his eyes began to well. So, he twisted back around in his seat and faced the road ahead.

*

As soon as all the formalities regarding Frodo's adoption were dealt with, he had written a letter to Thorin, recounting his journey home, and greatly emphasising that he would love for them to meet again soon. The local postman would've surely fainted if Bilbo handed him a letter addressed to Erebor, so Bilbo entrusted his letter to Gandalf, who claimed he would be flitting to and from the East and West on ‘business,’ and would make sure it was delivered in good time.

Months later, Gandalf returned with Thorin's strangely formal response; that he would like nothing more, but he had to prioritise his duties as king and the ongoing restoration of Erebor. Bilbo understood of course - he had his own duties, what with being something of a parent, to be getting on with. Instead, he kept Thorin up to date with lengthy letters containing details of his contrastingly quiet life in the Shire, and many questions about the wellbeing of the other dwarves and what life as King under the Mountain was like. Sometimes he asked for advice on bringing up his nephew, as he knew Thorin had experience with Fili and Kili.

Bilbo wished for the same level of enthusiasm and detail in Thorin's replies but did not get it. In fact, each letter Bilbo received became shorter and more impassive than the last. Each time, Thorin found excuses to turn down Bilbo's (now somewhat persistent) attempts to reunite, whether it be in Erebor or Hobbiton. Bilbo couldn't fathom why this was. Thorin had earnestly requested that Bilbo write to him. Surely, he was not so busy that he couldn't write more than a few sentences. And if he was, why couldn't he get one of the others to write for him? After four years of this, Bilbo grew tired of how one-sided their friendship had become, and let frustration get the better of him. Halfway through a letter wishing Thorin a happy 200th birthday, he switched his tone and stated that Thorin need not reply if he no longer had the time of day for him.

Six more years passed, and he had not received another letter.

*****

aaaand because theres absolutely no way you could guess whats actually gonna happen in this fic just from the prologue, here’s a cheeky synopsis!

After years of lost contact, Thorin turns up on Bilbo’s doorstep with an awkward greeting and a dire warning. Upon learning about Gandalf’s uncharacteristically sinister plans regarding the ring, the hobbit and the dwarf king decide to take matters into their own hands. But are their hands the safest ones to carry the ring? (Spoiler: absolutely not).

#hope this at least intrigues someone lmao #if ive used a word/punctuation wrong PLEASE let me know i havent gone to school in 3 years #my fic #bagginshield #the hobbit #lotr

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Miriam journal entries

Date: April 12th

Time: 9:10 Am

Entry: 3

Hey, me again. But you already know that, my last entry was not a pleasant one, i was feeling quite…odd to say the least, it’s funny cause i always feel odd but this odd was different, i can’t explain it, it wasn’t anger or sadness, not even depression it felt like a mixture of the three….growing up it was always like this, i always felt odd, like i couldn’t explain how it felt, my father never seem to listen and neither did my brothers, but i learned to deal with it and i kept it inside until i left.

Leaving was a good thing honestly it was the best for me, i didn’t fit into that Family, i felt odd in that one, but in my new one i don’t feel odd, i feel like i belong there, i think it’s not hard getting used to having a family that actually wants and listens to you

Anyway enough about the sad stuff, i’ve made some new friends recently as well as trying to get back an old one, though i have to apologize to Bis fish friend, not something i quite like doing….specially if it’s a FISH but i digress. My new friend Bedelisia is currently looking for her leg, but knowing Hannibal he already grounded it up…something that doesn’t quite surprise me anymore. But what does surprise me is Hannibal bought like 100 buttons with the saying “ I married my therapist” on it, i mean it has todo with Will but still a bit surprising…I’m still wondering what he’s gonna do with them………

*she sighs looking at the page, these are her artifice thoughts speaking but they make her happier then her real thoughts….maybe that’s enough for today…she’ll probably leave this page half empty….like she always does…but she continues *

I’m still thinking of that tattle crime article…Hannibal seems to enjoy it but of course he does, Will i know hates it, and i’m not sure about what Abigail thinks, for me personally, i hate it…i don’t understand why though, it’s an article , it’s someone opinion on me and my family…i hate it because it probably has some truth in there, not alot but some…this is where my words are hard to use, Hannibal something the other day he said “everyone can be a poet”…i agree but sadly like myself not everyone can use there words so beautifully or truthfully , like Hannibal, or miss lounds or any other poet or people who who create to revoke a feeling out of someone.

hurtful or not i still hate it…but that’s just life i guess….anyway bye for now.

*she put down the pen, looking sat the page, feeling almost…lighter but in the chest like the anxiety she felt was almost gone….but her head was still spiraling*

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