#i miss my best boys so much damnit

[puffcap-factory]

It all started with a missing guitar pick...

(Heartsteel Kayn x reader)

Heartsteel!Kayn x gn!reader; fluff, crack, very lighthearted. 

There are also other heartsteel members appearing in the story.

It’s basically playful teasing and banters turn into an unexpected romantic situation.

Notes: 

Going through the Ionian lore got me so sad so I decided to make a heartsteel fic to cheer me up instead. Featuring the chaotic, sexy boy, Kayn! I didn't think too much for the title so it is what it is hehe

As always, I hope you enjoy! :D

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You were comfortably seated on the emptied floor carpet, where you had moved the clutter aside to make space for you, twiddling with the strings of the acoustic guitar using the newly-found pick you discovered on the practice room's floor. With earphones in one ear, connected to your phone, you were engrossed in a guitar chord tutorial video for your latest favorite song. You began to follow the instructions of the video to practice when– 

Bang!

The door blew wide open.

"Kayn – oh, come on, are you really going to make such a fuss over this little guitar pick of yours? Just use another one!" Ezreal's voice was filled with exasperation as he tried to reason with the magenta-haired guy next to him.

"You don’t understand," Kayn grunted in response, his attention shifting as he noticed you sitting casually with the guitar in hand. "That one's thinner; I need it for our next practice. It suits better for – oh."

Kayn's gaze zeroed in on your hand holding the pick as he made his way towards you, his eyes narrowing.

"Hi there, y/n!" Ezreal greeted you with a wave, but Kayn's focus was solely on you now, he then crouched in front of you.

"So..." he observed your hand holding the pick. "Seems like the co-manager has taken my precious pick, hmm?"

Yes, you had been working as a co-manager, helping Alune with her job. Though you preferred to stay out of the limelight, keeping your work behind closed curtains, which meant you weren't seen by the public too often.

Now that the day was almost over, you had headed into the instrument room – more like a storage room due to the immense clutter – to tend to your own curiosity of learning how to play a guitar.

Looking up at Kayn, you couldn't help but smile somewhat innocently in response to his accusation.

"See, it's not lost - oh, damnit!" Ezreal stopped, checking his wristwatch. "K'sante had asked me to pick up the pizza for dinner! Be right back!" With a blink, he was gone, leaving the door wide open.

Kayn, who grunted a little and turned his head slightly to glance at Ezreal, now redirected his attention back to you, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, luckily, I found it first, before it got swallowed by the floor, right?" you grinned, pausing the tutorial video. "Besides, I think we used to have a whole box of these. Where are the others, Kayn?"

Lost. Accidentally thrown away. Lost again. Kayn's frown deepened, indicating that he had not been the best keeper of those picks. You couldn't help but tease him with a playful smirk.

"Well, that's a problem for another day. Now, how about you give it back to me nicely..." 

You decided to tease him more, challenging him as you set back into position to strum the guitar and continued practicing, practically ignoring him. Kayn let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings.

“Wait, wait – what is that?” He scoffed, his eyes fixed on your strumming. He definitely had a comment on your guitar technique.

You glanced up to him, stopping on your tracks. “What.” 

He snickered, a hint of playful mockery in his tone. “That’s not how you play it.”

“I was just following –,” you tried to give him a reason, but paused as you think of a better idea. “Fine, oh my mighty guitarist, teach me.” You said with a teasing smile, putting down your earphones on the floor.

Kayn couldn’t help but smirk at your playful challenge – or flattery, perhaps. Regardless, he settled on the carpet beside you, holding out his arms. “Guitar and the pick, please.”

You looked at him with a mischievous grin, not budging from your position with the guitar and pick in hand. He groaned in response, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to take that and run away, come on.”

You chuckled. “Fine, fine,” you finally relented, handing the guitar and the pick to him. He huffed as he shifted over to sit closer to you, reaching over to gently take the guitar and pick from your hands. “Let’s start with the basics.”

He showed you the basics at first, demonstrating the proper way to hold the pick and how to strum gracefully across the strings. Your gaze flickered between his fingers and his face, noticing the rare seriousness that overtook his usually chaotic demeanor. You find this side of him actually cute, and you couldn’t help but admire the view.

He glanced back at you when he realized that your eyes were somewhat more focused at his face rather than his hands, with you smiling amusedly towards him. 

“Are you even focusing?” He asked, his voice rough, in contrast to a tint of blush on his cheeks, slowly appearing. 

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his question, feeling a warmth spread through you at his bashful expression. "Of course I am," you replied, trying to hide your own amusement. "Just taking in all of your expert advice."

He rolled his eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Right, expert advice. Well, let's see if you've been paying attention," he teased, handing back the guitar and the pick to you. 

You shifted your positioning as you began to practice the movements he told you on the guitar. You were going smoothly, until you stumbled into a trickier part of the technique he had just shown you. “Wait, how’s the chord finger positioning again?” You lifted your head to look at him, your left fingers desperately moving on the fretboard, trying to find the right strings to press. 

“Yeah, paying attention all right…,” he sighed softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. 

“Hey– ” you were going to protest, but he leaned forward, lifting his own hand to adjust your left fingers, guiding them to the right strings and frets. His touch was gentle yet firm, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the closeness between you two. Your heart began to race in your chest as you tried to focus on the lesson, but this somewhat sudden intimacy was pretty hard to ignore.

You glanced towards your left hand, trying to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks, but it was futile. When you looked up, you caught Kayn's gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else. He noticed your attempt to conceal your reaction and smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, although he did not make any comment whatsoever. The air between you seemed charged with an unspoken tension, both of you aware of the shift in dynamics.

“Right, thanks,” you managed to say, clearing your throat to mask your sudden shyness. 

"Anytime," Kayn replied, his tone cool as he tried to shrug off the sudden tension.

You continued to play, feeling his gaze on you as you struggled to focus. The tension in the air was palpable, and it made it difficult for you to concentrate on the notes. Your fingers fumbled, the music turning into a jumbled mess, and you were getting more impatient. Kayn amusedly watched as you attempted to regain control, but it only seemed to spiral down further into chaos. Finally, you stopped midways.

“I give up,” you smiled, not matching your frustration in your eyes. “Here’s your guitar pick back.”

Kayn let out a chuckle seeing your reaction. “Giving up so soon, huh?” He teased you, a playful glint in his eyes. “That’s not really like you.”

You just gave him a slight hmph, already standing up to put the guitar on the sofa. He followed suit, standing up, smiling to himself.

"Next time, I'll show you. I'll get better," you declared confidently, picking up your phone from the ground. However, as you glanced up at him, you noticed him twirling your earphone case on his fingers.

“Of course, of course...,” he said nonchalantly before you suddenly went after him to catch his hand. He immediately lifted his hand out of your reach backwards, grinning. 

You narrowed your eyes playfully, determination setting in as you tried to catch his hand. He evaded your attempts with ease, keeping the earphones just out of your reach.

“Kayn, I swear…” you stomped towards him. You were going to go for another attempt at catching his hand, but somehow – just somehow, your socks got caught on one of the cluttered items strewn across the room. You stumbled forward, letting out a yelp of surprise.

“Wh-Whoa,” Kayn exclaimed, trying to step back in reflex, but his feet hit another stack of old books and records. The two of you went tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap, with you ending up on top of him. 

For a moment, there was silence as you both lay there, slightly dazed from the fall. Your head was resting on his chest, your hand inadvertently pinning his wrist to his side, the hand which was holding your earphones.

Hmm, his choice of perfume is really good – the subtle notes of musky-scented….

…Wait, now’s not the right time!

You immediately lifted yourself up – realizing it was not a good time to think about his nice perfume – only to face him directly below you. His other hand was still holding your waist as he stared at you, the closeness remained apparent. You both went into silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and a tension you could almost touch. Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Words seemed to get stuck in both of your throats, the unspoken question hanging between you. 

Kayn slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing it softly with his back of his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand, the rare softness of his touch melting you away. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.

Kiss her, Kayn. KISS HER!

Kayn could swear he heard Rhaast’s screaming at the back of his head. He tried his best to stay in control, although his breathing got more unsteady.

“Kayn…” you whispered his name, the word barely escaping your lips. You were ready to indulge into the moment when you heard a squealing voice from the direction of the door, interrupting you two. 

You both looked up towards the door, only to find Ezreal and Aphelios standing near the doorframe, looking into the room, watching you two. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you immediately scrambled off from Kayn, who also frantically turned towards the unexpected visitors.

Aphelios shot a glare at Ezreal, seemingly disappointed at him for interrupting the moment. He then folded his arms and left without a word.

"Sorry..." Ezreal muttered, more like a squeal of apology, his palms clasped apologetically. He then hurriedly ran away, grabbing the pizza packages from the ground as he went.

Kayn groaned in frustration, his face utterly red as he tried to get up from his position on the floor. The interruption had brought you both back to reality, the heat of the moment dissipated by the unexpected intrusion.

"Uh, sorry about that," you said, trying to hide your own embarrassment as you helped Kayn up from the floor. You had completely forgotten that the door had been open this whole time.

He nodded, still visibly flustered. "Nah, it’s fine. I didn't expect... them to... interrupt," he managed to get out, his voice slightly shaky.

You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, the air filled with the remnants of the interrupted moment. But then, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized the absurdity of the situation.

"Well, that was... unexpected," you said with a laugh, breaking the tension. 

Kayn chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, definitely not how I imagined this evening going."

You both shared a smile, the awkwardness slowly fading away. "Maybe we should... continue this another time?" Kayn suggested, trying to stay cool although his cheeks still flushed with pink.

You nodded in response, although you were not sure which part is he suggesting. "Yeah, I'd like that."

“Right…good,” he said. “Now, as for Ezreal…,” he grumbled as began to exit the room, clearly planning to give chase to his mischievous friend.

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, enjoying the funny, chaotic dynamic between the members of the group. The memory of his touch on your cheek still lingered, as you smiled to yourself, before you realized that he hadn’t give your earphones back to you.

“…Oh, come on... Kayn, Wait! Come back here!”

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[captainamericasmotercycle]

Jake falling in love with iceman’s daughter who’s almost the girl version of her father always flying cold and is best friend with hangman never backing down from him unaware he’s secretly in love with her and has been.

When he’s tried to make a move coyotes always there making comments about him sleeping with the admirels daughter though for Jake it’s more then that

OKAY WAIT I LOVE THIS. thank you so much for this request anon <333

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perfect storms

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x kazansky!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive comments, she/her pronouns (no other physical descriptions), friends to lovers, call sign is viper

wc: 2.3k

Being an admiral’s daughter was pretty brutal during flight school and training. The constant unwanted comments of “Daddy’s Money” or how you would get special treatment because of your father’s position. Then there were the others who tried to get into your pants to climb the chain of command easily.

But then you came to Top Gun Academy and met Jake “Hangman” Seresin. At first, you were skeptical of his intentions because you’ve known plenty of guys like him before and not all of them had the right ideas about you. But Jake was nothing but kind to you.

The first time you two met was one of the most genuine interactions you’ve had during your time in the service. You were walking out to the jets when Jake ran up behind you and caught your attention.

“Hey!” It startled you at first because the majority of your class was male and you tried to keep your distance. You turned to him and prepared for the worst.

“Hey,” you sent him a polite smile.

“You ready to fight up there?” You had been learning about dog-fighting and today was the first day of being up in the air to practice.

“I think I’ll be okay, you?”

“Of course, I mean, I am the best pilot around,” you let out a loud laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am,” he winked at you. You stopped at the side of your jet and narrowed your eyes at him, smirking, “Well I guess we’ll see, Bagman,” you teased as you climbed into the vessel. 

Jake stood there with an almost pout-like expression, “It’s Hangman!”

“Sure it is!” Jake smiled as he walked toward his own jet. 

After getting the all-clear, you were up in the air, you hovered lower than the other two jets, as you were posing as the enemy. The other pilots hung close to each other, you could hear them over the comms, “Where is she?”, “She bail on us already?”, “Maybe she never left the ground”. Your anger only grew as you heard the other pilots talking about you, but your confidence only rose when you heard Jake’s voice, “Now boys, let’s give her a chance, she might take us all out,”

You began your attack by dropping your altitude, you had learned this move from dad’s close friend who had taught you to fly from an early age. You heard the others continuously wonder where you were, that’s when you shot up in between the two jets. 

“Miss me?”

As the others recollected themselves from the surprise attack, you used this to your advantage, you pulled yourself around and managed to take out the second jet, but Jake was still flying. “You’re out!”

“Damnit!”

You followed Jake after the other plane headed back to the hangar, “Come on, Bagman, this the best you got?”

“Oh, no, Darlin’ I’m just gettin’ started,”

After minutes of chasing each other around in the air you managed to get yourself under him, you dropped your speed and let him fly ahead, then as he pulled ahead you increased your altitude and speed and managed to “shoot him down”.

“You’re out, Seresin!”

“Fuck,” Jake swore and headed toward the ground. 

When the two of you got to the ground, you weren’t surprised to see him standing at the base of your jet. Although, you were surprised to hear him congratulate your work instead of criticizing it. 

“Well, I guess I’m not the best pilot around,” you smiled at him, climbing out of the jet.

“You definitely gave me a run for my money, Seresin. You’re just not quite on my level yet,” winking at him, you left him standing on the runway, being more intrigued than ever. 

-

Weeks have gone by since you had officially met Jake and it had been a couple weeks since the two of you had become friends. To be honest, you had never thought you would have any friends, but Jake had definitely proved you wrong. 

The two of you had been hanging out almost every day after work at the Hard Deck or one of your two houses. To say you were enjoying it was an understatement, it was something you looked forward to from the time you arrived on base to the time you left base. 

Jake was enjoying your time equally as much, if not more than you. Unbeknownst to your knowledge, every time he saw you, he fell harder for you. But he especially liked how you challenged him, it was a different experience than he had ever had with anyone else. 

Everyone else that he had been with would go with him anywhere, anytime, just for the asking, but you gave him something to chase, someone to pine over, and he loved every minute of it. 

It was 2 weeks before the two of you graduated from the Academy and went out into the world and the two of you sat on your couch on opposite ends, thinking about graduation and the time after that. You didn’t want to leave each other, but tonight there was a thick tension in the air.

“I got my assignment today,” your voice was softer than ever, Jake turned and looked at you. 

“So did I,” he paused for a moment, “Listen, Viper, whatever happens-”

“We’re gonna be okay, Bagman,” you teased, cracking a smile from him for the first time that night, “You’re only going to miss my great piloting skills when your ass needs to be saved,”

“You’re damn right, Darlin’,” you looked away for a moment then back to him.

“I’m sorry, Jake,”

“What for?”

“Tonight’s been weird and tense, there’s just been a lot going on and I’ve had so much on my mind,” you apologized. You were heading out to fly all over the world and it was so exciting but you were terrified of what would happen in the future. Of course, you had been prepared for this all of your life, but now that it was actually happening, it seemed a lot more difficult than it sounded. 

Jake had a lot on his mind as well, but it was much different from what you were worrying about. While you were thinking about your career, he was thinking about you. You two had created such a strong bond during your time together and he didn’t want to lose that. 

It felt like for the first time in his life, Jake Seresin was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of leaving you, scared that you might find someone better than him. 

You scooted over to his side of the couch and curled next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, he felt as if his heart was going to pound out of his chest. You watched blankly as the TV played reruns of Friends, and you ended up falling asleep comfortably on Jake’s shoulder, not long after you, he rested his head on yours and fell asleep himself. 

The two of you never really talked about that night again, but graduation came faster than you would have liked. You were moments away from being shipped off to Italy and Jake to Hawaii. Just what he was afraid of, you two were going to be on opposite ends of the world, with limited to no communication. 

He walked you to the rest of your squadron, “I guess this is it,”

“It’s not goodbye forever, Jake,” 

“You don’t know that,”

“Well, we are the best pilots around aren’t we?”

“I suppose,” he chuckled dryly,

“If you’re the best pilot around, you better come back to me, Seresin,” you told him, bumping your arm into his. 

Come back to me. That’s all he needed to hear. In this moment everything was perfect, he was so close to you, if he just leaned in a couple more inches...

“Kazansky!” 

You turned around to see your commanding admiral calling you in, you turned back to Jake giving him a quick goodbye, “Don’t die, Seresin, I’m going to be expecting to see you again,”

You ran off before he could say anything, his heart dropped as he watched you walk away, possibly being the last time. 

-

It had been almost a year since you had left him for Italy, but now you were all being called back to Top Gun for a top-secret mission. 

The first night at the Hard Deck all of the pilots were getting to know each other, while knowing most of them, you couldn’t help but to look for Jake. It was a bittersweet reunion, “Bagman,” 

He turned thinking that Phoenix was back to bother him, but when he saw you, his eyes lit up, “VIper? I didn’t know you were stateside!”

“What, I spend 8 months oversea and you don’t think I’m good enough to fly with you anymore?”

“I don’t know, you definitely give me a run for my money, but I don’t think you’re quite on my level,” he smiled, quoting you from the first time you flew together. 

You laughed, “I’m going to get a drink, you want anything?”

“Yea, that’d be great,”

As you walked away, Coyote came up next to Jake, “An admiral’s daughter? Really Seresin?” 

“It’s not like that, man,”

“Sure it’s not,” 

-

Rooster and Hangman had been butting heads recently and while you weren’t close to Rooster, you had to side with him on this one. 

“What? None of you wondered about the tension? How Rooster’s daddy flew with Maverick,”

You scoffed at him, “And what, Seresin?”

“All I’m saying is that I knew there was something else goin’ on,”

“My father flew with Mav, so what difference is there between Rooster and me?”

“Mav was there when little Goose-” Rooster jumped up and lunged toward Jake, the rest of the team jumped up and pulled them apart, you took Bradley’s side and the look on your face made Jake realize how much he had just fucked up.

- 

Dogfight football was something that seemed to ease the tension for a quick moment of bliss. You were able to forgive Jake for his outburst after much convincing from him. 

It was now sunset and you and the rest of the Dagger team were running around the sand tossing around a football. You and Jake were head to head, “You’re going down Kazansky,”

“I don’t think so,” you smirked at him. The next game started and you ran at Jake, trying to push him back from Phoenix who was playing quarterback, you thought you had him but at the last second, he grabbed your waist and brought you to the ground. 

You smiled up at him after Phoenix had scored, “Help me up?”

He reached out a hand to you and you pulled him down, him landing on top of you. Fanboy saw the scene and yelled out, “Get a room!”

You were used to the teasing, but not about Jake. Somehow this time felt different. Jake saw your face drop as Coyote whistled and laughed, “Seresin’s trying to climb the ranks, huh?”

You got up and rolled your eyes, laughing dryly, you walked over to your towel and bag. Jake ran over to Coyote and smacked him on the back of the head, “ What the fuck, man?” 

“Come on, Hangman, I’m just playin’,”

“I don’t fucking care, asshole,” he made his way over to where you were sitting in a chair near Halo and Phoenix.

“Viper..”

“Fuck off, Jake,” Phoenix yelled at him, but he ignored her. 

“Can we have a minute, please,” he asked you, you wanted to say no but you just couldn’t.

“Yeah, alright,”

You got up and walked up the beach with Jake, he stopped you when you were far enough away from the others. 

“You know it’s not like that, right?”

“Jake, I really don’t care, okay it doesn’t matter,” you began to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. 

“It does matter because it isn’t like that, and you and I both know that. You’re not just another hookup to me, you’re not just a friend, you’re so much more than that and I hoped that you would have seen it by now.”

Oh. Oh.

“Jake-”

“No, I need to say this,” 

“Jake-”

“I’ve loved you since the first time you shot my plane down in that dogfight almost a year ago and ever since then, I’ve just fallen in love with you more every day since then,”

“Jak-”

“And I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I just had to tell you because I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When you left for Italy and left me standing there, it was the scariest moment of my life because I thought I was going lose you,”

“Jake stop!” He looked at you, scared of what you were going to say, but you didn’t say anything, you leaned forward and kissed him hard and passionately.  You pulled away and he looked at you shocked.

“Jake, I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t think that you felt the same, I thought I was just... there, I had no idea you felt that way,”

“You were never ‘just there’, you’re everything to me and I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, I was just- I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of losing what we had,”

“You’re never going to lose me, Jake, I can promise you that,” he smiled dearly at you and kissed you again.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe watch reruns of Friends like we used to?”

A bright smile took over your face, “That sounds great, I would love that.” And just like that, everything seemed perfect again. 

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[miyaur]

𝄞 — pantalone, tartaglia/childe (gn reader) — ❝ oh dear harbinger~! ❞

summary: oh dear harbinger, no need to be such a brat! oh dear harbinger, no need to be so coy, you know you want it!

a/n: i put more effort towards fics than schoolwork, hope i don't fail my mom, but oh well, writing fixes everything! aa happy 300 followers though :D!!

warnings: nsfw, brat tamer!reader, degrading kink (both have it), sub!character, strap/dick mentioned, dacryphilia (childe), seperate fics btw :)

sub!pantalone does love to disturb your work quite often. but how could he not when you touched him so good? made him feel like he was in heaven, but today, he wanted to make you jealous, so you'd show him his place, he wanted that feeling of you telling him how much of a brat he's been. the way his name slips of your lips makes him hard, he wants you to punish him for how naughty of a boy he's been.

he missed the way you sucked on his tits, the way you kissed his stress away, made him want to forbid his little challenge, but so desperate for you to touch him like no oned did. but the way you didn't seem to bat an eye when he flirted with a certain secretary you didn't like. but 2 can play the jealousy game; you even talking to, especially flirting with anyone other than him, especially when you're flirting with dottore

all he could do was bitch and moan about it, he didn't wanna lose to you at this game, he knew you were just playing around when it came to talking with the doctor, but why did it make him angry, why did it actually make him jealous? no.. he wasn't ACTUALLY jealous?? he knew you did this to make him feel like this, but he already knew that, why did it still piss him off?

damnit he couldn't let you piss him off! he'll get your attention for sure, right? aghh!! he can't let you get to him, but why aren't you budging? don't you hate it when he talks to a different person? especially when he flirts with them? in his office, trying to clear out paperwork and meet up with you tonight, made his head hurt, he really needed you now, "you finished yet, handsome?" you ask leaning on the back of his chair, he gasps in shock, "oh! y-you.." he says trying to cover his red toned face, he finally surrendered, "oh dear harbinger," kissing him on the forehead, "i'll treat you good alright, nasty slut? don't worry my little whore, you'll be cumming in your pants before you know it."

the way you've been pounding him for hours, on his own desk too, paperwork long gone and forgotten, covered in his drool, and cum. whining as you continued to bite on his neck, the feeling was so addicting. making him choke on your fingers, made him feel more special, the marks you've left on him will always only be left by you, the bulge in his tummy is the imprint of your strap/dick will always be left by you, he'll only ever forfeit to you.

sub!childe is seriously loved you, the prettiest mf ever too, but not prettier when he cries of how good you pound him. but he didn't wanna seem so needy in front of you. he didn't wanna seem so pathetic in front of his amazing partner?? but he literally loves how much you paint his stomach with white, he wants your help but won't ask for it.

he literally has had to physically resist himself from talking to you about his little problem. being so eager to touch himself, but no one really can rub him better than you can! but at the same time he really needs something to relieve the recent stress of a new mission that he'd just finished. he needed nothing more than a good pounding

but ohh anything and everything about you he loved, and turned him on, to be honest, if you even fucked him in his sleep he probably wouldn't mind and would encourage you ngl, call him anything, a slut, a cheap whore? anything! being your baby is his speciality, but nevertheless even if it was him being called a pet, he'd be so ready to get on all fours and lick your shoes.

why did you have to strip tease him like this though??? he tries his best to impress you, but all he really did was becomeore submissive towards you, your piercing gaze of alight enjoyment and the look of 'is he done trying?', did his efforts really not budge you even a bit? maybe, just pity points

"you really needed this didn't you? 50$ whore aren't you? but- only for me, isn't that right?" you justified, childe drooling, you bending him over a nearby desk once his attempts of dominance were over, what a week.. anyways happy birthday to my momma!!!!

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[shayyprasad]

didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop.  "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @jacarandaaaas, based on the premise of “madrigal grandkids having a sleepover.”

Post rebuild, the girls plus Camilo have a sleepover. I have no other words to describe that than chaos ensues.

The Madrigal Sleepover

“—And that is how I told Bubo Marquez to go fuck himself.”

“Oh, you’ve finally gotten back to the point of this story?” Luisa asked, only half-joking because it had definitely taken a good ten minutes to reach the conclusion. Isabela rolled her eyes at her.

“I still can’t believe people think you like men,” Dolores muttered.

“I’m just so proud that I have such an amazing cousin who can kick ass!” Camilo exclaimed. “Seriously, where were you when I was getting bullied in school for being weird? I could have gotten out of so many fights, if I had the ‘my older cousin will beat you up’ excuse! Because frankly the sister one didn’t really work out.”

His sister rolled her eyes, “That is an exaggeration you weren’t bullied in school. Or at the very least, not anything comparable to a man trying to kiss you against your will.”

“No, I guess I can’t relate to that…” Camilo admitted. He looked a bit wishful at the concept of a boy kissing him - he was gladly awaiting his first kiss still. It made Isabela and Luisa gag. “Well, neither can the rest of my cousins. No man would try it with Luisa. And Mirabel…”

He trailed off, all eyes falling to the girl in question. Mirabel was curled up against Luisa, definitely not far from falling asleep. The only movement being the slow rise and fall of her chest. Isabela clambered over Dolores and flashed a torch briefly over her. Briefly because Luisa immediately shoved her older sister into Dolores to shield Mirabel from the attack.

“Christ, Luisa, Mirabel’s fine,” Dolores muttered, pushing Isabela off her and trying to preserve her glass. Isabela fell straight off the bed to the floor, cackling to herself.

Mirabel yawned, eyelashes fluttering, “Is it bedtime yet?”

“Nope,” Isabela grinned, head poking up. “It’s only just turned ten. Come on, you old, little lady, you can’t be tired already. We’ve barely done anything yet. And you missed my great story, I’m gonna have to tell it again.”

“Is this still the one about you threatening to chop a man’s private parts off and feed them to your carnivorous plants?”

“Damnit, you heard? That sucks!”

“Well, I’m not asleep… yet.”

Luisa sat Mirabel further up, tapping her arm gently to further wake her up. “Well, Bela’s right. We haven’t done much yet. You can do a little longer and then we’ll let you go to bed.”

“I physically don’t think I can.” Mirabel said. She was ignored though.

“So, what should we do now?” Camilo asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we should—”

“I swear to God, if you say the ‘switch the alcohol out for water prank’ again,” Dolores warned.

“No, hermana! I would never!” He mocked offence at the accusation. He lifted the yellow blanket beside him to reveal a collection of makeup palettes, lipsticks and several hair accessories. “Makeovers! A staple of all the best sleepovers!”

Dolores and Luisa peered over. The former looked more hesitant, while the latter looked fairly intrigued and even excited by the idea. Mirabel raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the messily kept containers or just the makeup in general - Camilo wasn’t sure, but he knew his cousin wasn’t the biggest fan in “covering her face in chemicals” as she would say.

Isabela, on the other hand, swatted him hard and he spluttered out petals, “Bitch, when did you steal my shit!?”

“Who said anything about stealing? I’m just borrowing it.”

“No, I’m with Isabela,” Dolores piped up. “I didn’t hear you ask her.”

“Okay, okay, I shoulda asked first!” Camilo held his hands up in surrender. “But… can we do makeovers? Please?! Dolores?” Then smirking, “I bet I could make Mariano propose to you.”

Dolores glared at him. “Isabela, be a dear and slap him for me.”

“Gladly!” Isabela did as instructed, making Camilo hit her back. Vines abruptly yanked him off the bed in response.

“Well, I think it’s a good idea,” Luisa offered. “I wouldn’t mind someone doing my makeup. Bela? You want a go?”

“Oh no, if we’re doing this, I wanna do Dolores.” Isabela insisted, already grabbing her cousin’s hand to prevent her from running off.

“Hey, she’s my sister!” Cried Camilo as he dragged himself back onto the bed.

“So? I called dibs first. And I’m the eldest.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Fuck yeah, it is! Maybe next time don’t steal and you’ll get to have things your way.”

“Yeah, but—”

Dolores groaned a little. “For God’s sake, you can do it together. Just stop arguing.”

Camilo and Isabela relented, seemingly coming to an agreement that they could work on Dolores together and immediately began discussing ideas. That had Dolores backpedaling and trying to argue that they use one of them instead.

Luisa only chuckled, pulling Mirabel closer. “I guess it’s you and me, hermanita.”

“Oh,” Mirabel said. “You wouldn’t want me to do that. I don’t know much anything present beauty trends. I barely know what half of this stuff is.”

“I’m sure you can come up with something.”

Now… if you were to walk by at any point over the next hour, you would be understandably confused with what was going on.

Dolores was constantly complaining and crying out, claiming she had been poked in the eye or her hair was being pulled too tightly. There were several points where the others genuinely stopped to ask if she was alright. She was. Just being dramatic as Camilo and Isabela assaulted her with products. Somewhere along the way, they had both given up on trying to work together to do a good job and were now just trying to make Dolores look as silly as humanly possible. Not that she would know; she was kept well away from a mirror.

Meanwhile, Luisa had happily sunk into the part of an exaggerated and comedic Marie Antoinette that she was unofficially given to play. Mirabel, having woken up a little more, had decided to make Luisa look like the ideal fashions worn by French aristocrats at Versailles, during Louis XVI’s reign. Isabela (after giving up with her cousins) even provided some dye from her plants that could whiten Luisa’s hair, which had been teased high and decorated with ribbons and beads. In contrast to Dolores, Luisa was clearly enjoying herself and greatly liked teasing the others - even if Mirabel kept pointing out the inaccuracies of her acting.

“You look ridiculous,” Dolores commented.

Luisa gasped in horror. “Guards, behead that filthy peasant immediately!” She cried out in her best attempt at a French accent, pointing a finger accusingly. “It will probably be an improvement.”

“No, seriously, prima, you look like someone from the 1880s.” Camilo said.

“1780s,” Mirabel corrected.

“Does it matter? Ain’t it the same thing? Boring, old shit that’s all history is.”

Mirabel didn’t say anything for a moment. The other three wished in silence. “You did not say that to me,” she muttered. “In fact, stop talking to me. You and your incompetence is giving me a headache.”

“Just say ‘fuck off’, sis.” Isabela begged.

“Why don’t we play a board game?” Dolores suggested. “I’ll go get one—”

“No, I want to play Charades. And as the queen of France, I should get to pick.” Luisa beamed, smug as anything.

“Right, fine.” Dolores huffed. She pulled herself to her feet. “You all play a few rounds of Charades. I’ll go clean my face and then come back with a couple of boardgames.”

Mirabel quickly followed, “I’m coming with. To get medicine; I can’t deal with a headache all evening.”

Neither of the pair knew what to say when they returned a good half hour later to find Camilo had been banished to a corner of the room and held there in Isabela’s vines, meanwhile Isabela and Luisa (who was now without her makeover) were covered in plant dye and play-fighting. It seems like Isabela had gotten ahold of some scissors as some point because Luisa was missing more than half her hair. Multicoloured clumps of hair scattered about the room.

“What the actual fuck?” Dolores muttered.

“She started it!”

“She said I could cut it!”

“I thought you were all going to play Charades?” Mirabel inquired. She was quick to push by Dolores and play mediator, trying to convince her sisters to separate. “In hindsight, why did we both leave?”

“Because these three are impossible,” Dolores replied, rolling her eyes. “What exactly did you do?”

Camilo huffed in offence, “I didn’t do anything! I swear! Isabela just moved me here for no reason! Please, hermana! Help me?”

“We were both teasing Bela about how she doesn’t get as many ladies as I do.” Luisa explained. “Then I gave her permission to cut my hair because why not? It’s hair, it’ll grow back. And, well, I think we just got carried away… whoops.”

“Whoops?” Mirabel echoed, unimpressed. Then sighed heavily. “Oh, I’m too young and too tired to deal with this,” she mumbled, settling back into the pile of pillows. “I’ll just have Mama chastise you for it tomorrow morning.”

Isabel shrugged, “Guess us three will be sleeping in then.”

“I refuse to believe that the two of us are somehow related to you three.” Dolores continued. With several more glares at Isabela, her cousin finally relented and released Camilo. The pair joining Mirabel on the floor. Luisa and Isabela slowly made their way over, with Isabela going to finish the haircut. Because apparently if Luisa was going short, she was going all the way.

They went on to play Charades and then a few rounds of card games, though Dolores begrudgingly did so and then tried to claim that she wasn’t enjoying it. Mirabel fell asleep within three minutes of sitting down, so Luisa had taken her back to her own room - to prevent Camilo and Isabela from using her as the victim of some prank. Speaking of, Isabela, Luisa and Camilo only seemed to get more hyper, but that was balanced out by Dolores also getting a little more giddy herself. They then moved on to playing a quick round of Truth or Dare. That was ended by Luisa, who felt that Isabela’s dares were “death sentences” and Dolores’ truths were “too cruel and personal”. Camilo had just enjoyed the drama of the girls, snacking on cocadas.

That had transitioned into a game of Who’s Most Likely To? With very predictable results, but the four of them were enjoying themselves.

“Most likely to get a tattoo?” Camilo asked.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Isabela, who grinned. “That’s fair. Who’s most likely to get caught robbing a bank?”

“Without our gifts? Any of you three.” Dolores answered. “I’m much too clever. Who’s most likely to get hungover and continue a day of work following, without raising suspicion?”

“What a scandalous question for you, Lola!” Isabela teased, hitting her arm playfully. “What would Mariano think of you?”

“I’m the most likely to continue working,” Luisa chuckled, unashamedly. “Can’t say I wouldn’t be caught though. Isabela’s the one with the highest alcohol tolerance, but we’ve yet to see Camilo fully drink, so who knows?”

Isabela shook her head. “No, no. I think it would be you, sis.”

“I’m with Bela,” Camilo piped up. “You’d show up, tough it out and then collapse the second you got back to Casita.” He stood up, dropping down into Mirabel’s form and leaning over to Luisa, “And then I’ll say ‘I told you so’.” Then, shifting into his sister, “‘Because we are always right.’”

The four of them - yes, including Dolores - burst into laughter, so much so that Isabela worried that they might wake the adults, instantly flicking a flower into each of their mouths to shut them up.

When only Mirabel and Antonio showed up for breakfast the following morning, Julieta and Pepa had gone to hunt down their missing children. They found them all huddled, fast asleep, in Luisa’s room in a mass pile of blankets and pillows and a fairly large mess. The two smiled together as they watched from the doorway.

“They are just like we were,” Pepa said.

“Yes, they are exactly like…” Julieta trailed off, pausing. Her eyes widened. “Is that Luisa’s hair?”

Pepa cackled, pulling her sister away and shutting the door. It would be better to let the kids sleep in. “Don’t act so surprised, Juli. You remember the time we shaved Bruno’s head bald?”

#encanto #my writing #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #bubo marquez #mariano guzmán #dolores x mariano

[unadulterated-syd]

'I just feel safe with you, like nothing bad could happen.'

Warnings; None really, obviously same warnings for the walking dead always apply.

A/n; Glenn's has 'ma'am' at the end because it's a silly little ending, no pronouns are used. (Meaning A. Take ma'am in a joking manner not as a gender-specific term, or read the term however you'd feel comfortable reading it!) please don't let this ruin the fic for you. Much love! <3

Tumblr is being weird, and won't let me edit certain aspects so if this looks weird when posted I apologize, I'll try to edit it when it'll let me. Thank you!

THANK YOU ALL FOR 40 FOLLOWERS! this is my present until we have some more requests :0 !

Carl Grimes

You sat on the porch of the Grimes' house, hands pressed to your knees as you thought. Carl sat by your side, watching the empty street carefully, the moon high above the both of you.

He'd far from had any guesses as to why you'd shown up so late at night, but a part of him also knew your nightmares got just as bad as his. He'd shown up at your doorstep plenty of times himself, however you barely reciprocated. It must've been bad.

You rubbed the sweat from your palms nervously, before looking up at the sky, his eyes falling on your star grazed face. You seemed lost in thought, like you had something important to say but you didn't have the words to do so, you hadn't decided how.

He prepared to help your words form, prepared to ask you why you'd come. To ask if you needed anything from him, if you wanted to come inside. However your mind had made itself up before his had.

"I'm sorry." You sighed, looking at him, "I just feel safe with you. Almost like.. nothing bad can happen if I'm with you." You paused, looking away again, "I know it's not logical, not in the world we live in.. but I can't help it. You're the closest thing to home I have."

The words didn't form in his mind, he just stared. He didn't expect you to open this much, let alone to reveal vulnerability. You had always been the strong-minded kid whom protected him, now you were relying on him.

He just wrapped his arms around you, and silently hoped you knew you were home to him too.

Rick Grimes

You stood in awe of the man in front of you, a mess, distracted, unhappy. Having just lost the prison, now under the impression his daughter was long-gone, and his people missing.

He had been glad Carl was safe, but he'd been so injured he'd had to leave you to look after the boy. Albeit unconsciously. Carl was off on some run, as you stood in the old living room.

Carl was strong, and therefore you let him go, he needed time in his own headspace. However, with Rick's protectiveness over the boy, you'd found yourself arguing with Rick over it.

He'd shouted at you for still following him, claiming he'd "lost everything" over a "stupid war". He'd blamed himself for something everyone had agreed on.

"What the hell else do you want me to do, Grimes? Run off? Go on my own? I don't give a damn about what we lose, we lost it together and now we have to figure something else out. That's that."

You had no time to pity him, as far as you knew your family was dead and you couldn't bare to carry his responsibilities for much longer. You couldn't have Carl's life in your hands, not without a mutual responsibility in the small group you had left.

"Yes, that's exactly what I expect! We've lost everything Y/n, don't you see that?" He shouted, wincing with every long winded movement. "I lost it and you're still following me, why?"

"You want to know why, Rick?" You gave him a stern look, "I feel safe with you, damnit! We're going to lose sometimes, just be glad we won some too. It's an apocalypse, we can't sit on our asses and cry everytime we mess up."

You sighed, "I'm sorry. Rick, you're the best leader we've got. And people are going to die, that doesn't make it your fault." You looked at the man who seemed lost in his own mind.

You sat next to him, "Carl just needs time. That's why I didn't stop him, he's down the road I'd hear anything if it went wrong." You put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

"You feel safe with us?" He looked at you, a look of confusion and compassion crossed his face. This meant a lot more to him than you could've imagined, "We all did. We all do. You're our leader because we want you to be."

He nodded, and leaned back, "I'll rest, we'll leave tomorrow." You smiled, "Good by me, boss man." You said, standing up.

"Y/n, can you stay?" He paused, "Carl's got himself handled." You did as told, sitting back, proceeding in a tease, "Who's slacking now, huh?" He closed his eyes, "Look out for him, L/n."

Michonne

You stood besides Michonne, overlooking the prison. Much like how she had taken Andrea in, she had taken you in as well. However, the Governor had left an odd taste in your mouth, and now you were both here.

"Do you really believe in this place?" You looked at her, curious to her opinion. You weren't naive by most means, but Michonne had her head on her shoulders. Everything she did seemed to be right by you, even if she had to lose to win. Like the best at betting, though lives depended on said bets.

"Seems good. For now at least, they trust us. They keep us fed, most importantly they aren't like that governor." She nodded, thinking to herself as she looked at the biters banging against the chain-linked fences that surrounded you. "It's a nice place, nice people. What about you?"

She turned to face you, and you felt your brain rack for a smart reply. A need to impress followed you around, you were forever in debt to her, however she embraced you like an old friend, like she hadn't saved you. You weren't much of an asset to her, why did she even keep you around?

"I think so too.. They seem to be cautious with new people. And I like his questions, they reveal a lot. Genuinely." You thought to your answer, one killed, and a couple dozen walkers. You weren't afraid to admit vulnerability, it would come out soon enough any-who. "Glad you noticed that too. You want to stick around?"

You looked at her, and nodded, "Yeah, as long as we can, till you get that bastard." It was her turn to doubletake, you were suggesting leaving safety for her revenge plan against a man you'd hardly had beef with to begin with. "You want to come with? Why? If you feel some unpaid debt forget about it, I wouldn't save you if I didn't want to, Y/n/n."

You looked at her and smiled a bit, before looking back out on the yard ahead. "I feel safe with you, that's why I want to come with." You took a moment to formulate your next set of words, "I dunno, like nothing bad can happen. It's been us against the world for so long, I don't think I'm ready to give up on my only friend."

She took a moment before smiling, and resting an arm around your shoulders, "I feel honored. I'll do my best to keep it that way. Safe."

Maggie Rhee

You sat by Maggie's side at the top of the watch-tower, sharing duty of watching over the sleepy prison. It was chilly, nothing far out of the ordinary.

You'd wrapped yourself up in a nice coat, it reminded you of your family, though you couldn't recall which member you'd stolen it off of. It didn't really matter anymore, you were mending your heart from their losses as quick as you could.

Maggie seemed lost in thought herself, watching down on the courtyard. You never could tell what she was thinking, worried for her family for sure. Hershel was down with all your ill friends, and he'd refused to let anyone else in.

You knew it drove Maggie insane, but you also knew keeping busy was the only way to calm her raging mind. And she needed to keep her head up, at the very least for Beth's sake.

And when Maggie inevitably fell asleep from the week-ful of sleepless nights, you let her. You knew you shouldn't, and you knew she'd lecture you come tomorrow morning, but she needed it. Of all the things you could encourage, right now she needed sleep.

"Hey, Y/n." She whispered, groggy from sleep, likely far from a conscious mind. "Yeah, Mags." You hummed, looking at the woman besides you, she'd always been gorgeous to you.

"You promise not to leave me out here?" She said, her eyes still droopy, "You make me feel a lil safer out here." She closed her eyes finally, resting against the back of the chair she was sat in. You smiled, pulling a blanket from the side of you, one the two of you stashed away a long time ago.

"Promise." You sighed, wrapping the blanket around her and looking back to the prison. Thank god it was a calm night.

Beth Greene Trying to rest was a nightmare in itself, the horrid dreams, the fear, the guilt, however you were lucky to have a knock on your door stir you from a not-so-pleasant sleep attempt. "Come in." you mustered, rubbing your eyes.

"Sorry! Were you sleeping? I can come back later.." You looked up at Beth, and shook your head, patting the bed beside you, offering her a seat. She took it reluctantly, as you proceeded, "You know me better than that Beth-y." You gave a soft smile, "What'd ya need?"

"Nothin', Judith's asleep, and Maggie and Glenn are up in the watch-tower." She sighed, opening her journal, "Just wanted some company, and you didn't seem busy." You looked at your friend sympathetically.

You knew she was nervous about her abilities, often she felt useless to the group. Her father was saving lives, Carl whom was younger than her was protecting her half the time, and Maggie was protecting so much. She didn't feel it was worth it to speak on it, thinking people would think it was stupid, but deep down you knew how she felt.

"Beth-y, y'know you matter to our group right? You bring your own values, even if it doesn't seem life-altering." You commented, sitting up slightly, scooting closer to the girl. She gave you a smile, she couldn't bare arguing with you, she really just needed to hear those words. From anyone.

She rested her head on your shoulder, shutting the notebook. "I came up here because I feel safe with you, Y/n, like nothing bad could happen." You looked at her, a sad smile crossing your face, before you wrapped an arm around her. "We'll make it, we just gotta get through the hurdles."

"You swear?"

"Swear on my life, Beth-y."

Glenn Rhee "Hey! Y/n wait up..!" You heard a call from behind you, and turned to see Glenn running after you. He paused before you, catching his breath. "Yes, Rhee?" You hummed, giving him the patience he needed to regulate his slowing breaths. "Mind if I come with you? Down to the lake?"

"Why? It's just boring old hunting, like ya' did with Daryl?" You hummed, continuing to walk as he followed. "Well I don't have anything better to do and,," On began his ramblings, which you eagerly put a soothing stop to.

"If you want to spend time with me, Glenn, you should tell me. Just keep up."

He gave you a nervous smile, he'd always had a pretty smile to you, you wanted to see it more. He didn't say much more as he followed you, scared to annoy you, and glad to have the peace of walking with you, unthreatened by the world for once.

"I was comin' down here to filter some water, if we find fish it'd be a great win-win. Bring home dinner and we may be fan-favorites tonight." You joked, looking at the man beside you, pointing at your bag which had been obviously filled with reusable bottles. "You really can filter this water?" He asked, curiously, covering his eyes with hand to block out sunlight.

"You can filter anything you put your mind to Glenn, I can show you? You're already out here anyway." He looked at you, nodding, eager to make himself useful. "Did you have any other reason for coming with, besides spending time with someone so cool?"

You didn't bother looking up at him, as you arranged things in your bag. Like a prepping teacher, you pulled out things left and right. Things to fish, things to filter, both. That's what you came here for anyway, it was just a plus that you had a helper now. However, you felt the need to look at him when no response came.

"Can I be honest with you, Y/n? No laughing at me?" He sighed, messing with the hem of his shirt. You looked at him, your brows furrowing, "Yeah of course, what's up?"

"I wanted to come out here cause you make me feel safe. You're all badass." He took a moment to laugh at himself, it sounded silly out-loud, "I mean like, almost nothing bad could happen if we stick together." He added, looking at you. You'd long forgotten your plan now, having set the items down.

"Why would I laugh at that?" You gave him a soft smile, looking back down, with a laugh of disbelief. "You make me feel safe too, Rhee. Now c'mon, or you're going to miss your filter-lesson."

"Yes, ma'am."

Carol Clicking the trigger in the direction of a nearing walker, you looked to Carol. She was sat in front of you, holding a gun in her lap, cleaning it. She knew it didn't need cleaning, as did you, but busying herself helped ignore the problems you'd all been facing.

You shared a cell with her in the prison, but often the two of you felt worlds apart. She thought differently than you did, but she meant well. She had always meant well. Though sometimes you reckoned that only Daryl and yourself understood that.

"I have to leave." She spoke up, not looking at you as she smoothed the cloth over the barrel of the gun. "What?" You asked, a feeling of alarm washing over you, as you watched her. She could survive on her own, but you far from wanted her gone. The world was cruel and you knew unfairness could easily befall on her alone.

"I killed them Y/n, you know that. But, as soon as I tell Rick I have to leave." She commented looking up at you, "Think, about what they would think of me? I'd rather be alone than experience that guilt." She finished reasoning, whilst also finishing up with the gun, the one in which she'd set beside her now.

"Carol please, you don't really think you need to exile yourself do you?" Your brows furrowed, as you stood up. You were enraged, but you couldn't even be mad at her. Obviously you'd thought of the reaction, there was no reason to keep her around if they deemed her a threat. "You'd be a fool to think I don't, Y/n. Listen to yourself."

"Then I'm coming with."

"No you're not."

"You can't stop me."

She gave you a scowl, thinking it over. She knew she couldn't stop you, but she also didn't want to risk your life. That was the whole point of killing the two survivors in the first place, to protect those she cared for. "Fine, why. What could your reasoning possibly be, Y/n."

It was your turn to do a double-take, thinking. You had friends, you fit in well with the group, you hadn't killed anyone nor did you plan on doing so. Why would you go? Who were you kidding, Carol meant more to you than safety. What was the point of surviving if there was no one around to survive for?

"I feel safe with you, Carol. Truth be told I'd rather be unsafe with you under false pretenses than be with this group safely." You sighed, glad you'd finally gotten it out, though upset she'd have to find out through said circumstances. "Safe. With me?" She looked you up and down, but she could tell you weren't lying to her. She was a mother, she could see through anyone by now.

"Alright. Fine.. Only because you asked so nicely, Y/n." Carol smiled, and it reminded you again why you'd rather be with her.

Daryl You walked up the steps of the new looking home, you'd planned to go in and sleep. You hadn't gotten a full night in over a year by this point. However, your eyes caught a glimpse of Daryl sat in the porch corner, holding his cross-bow as if someone had threatened to take it from him, they hadn't.

You took a deep breath, "Got room for another?" You hummed, taking a seat after the man patted the wood panel beside himself. You sat in silence for a moment, Daryl wasn't a big talker, and you were exhausted from the days' stress. "Why aren't you inside with everyone else?"

"Don't wanna be." He muttered, looking at the crossbow in his lap. "I suppose that's a good reason. But, I think you know I meant more than that." You leaned your head against the railing behind you, and sighed awaiting his response, but it never came. He just sat there in complete silence.

"Daryl." You turned you head, to look at him. "Listen, I'm exhausted, I know you're built to withstand everything constantly but trust me just this once. Come inside, sleep, and tomorrow we can figure this out. You can reject whatever this society is, but give me a night. One night, cut me some slack."

He didn't look at you, thinking about what you were suggesting, before sighing. He stood up, offering you a hand up. "Only once." He agreed, knowing very well that you would stay out all night trying to convince him if he didn't.

"What a gentlemen." You teased, earning a slight grin from him, as you stood up. "Thank you. I get your hostility, but we should at least try to enjoy some of it. We get a real house and everything, kind of a celebration to me." You yawned. "Why'd ya even want me to come in." He muttered, tired of your exhausted rambling.

"Isn't it obvious? Daryl you make me feel safe, if anything bad was to happen I'd rather be with you than anyone else." You gave him a smile, leading him in. Good enough reason for him.

#daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #carol #carol peletier #carol peletier x reader #glenn #glenn rhee #glenn rhee x reader #beth #beth greene #beth greene x reader #maggie #maggie rhee #maggie greene #maggie rhee x reader #maggie greene x reader #michonne #michonne hawthorne #michonne x reader #rick #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #carl #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead fluff #the walking dead #twd #twd fluff

[noah-nathan]

Watching The Crowded Room and going in completely blind..

Haven't seen a trailer, no idea what it's even about lol

Here are my thoughts as I move along..

After watching Ep 1, I think:

Danny and his brother where SAed as children, maybe by the stepdad.

Ariana is a sex worker?

His brother either died due to abuse or offed himself because of it.

Ep 2:

Ariana was sexually abused too, I think.

Danny might have Multiple personalities and seems to be unaware about it.

Some charracters might actually be part of his system?

Is the "ghost house" actually his mindspace?

Ep 3:

Yup, multiple personalities!

Yitzhak is definitely one of them!

Jonny probably too & if he is, so must Mike.

Ariana might be aswell, maybe she's his sexual protector & SA trauma holder.

Did he ever have a twin brother, or was he also part of the system?

I love Yitzhak, best protected ever!!

I think Rya, the psychiatrist might suspect him having DiD, but isn't sure yet & the police has no idea.

But how did eye witnesses see Ariana?!

Ep 4:

I think Jack is also part of Danny's system.

Jack seems to be a protector aswell.

I can't tell if his brother was another alter or his actual brother?

All the drawings in his (burned) sketchbook might be of alters.

Oooooo shits 'bout to go down!!

Ep 5:

Gee, straight to the intro, no little scene before that? Is that a good sign or a bad one?

I really hope his mother didn't know what her children where going through.

I love Mario, he's cool!

I feel so sorry for his mom (Candy?)  too, she just wanted the best for her baby.. :(

I think Adam was his first protector & trauma holder, not his actual brother.

Ep 6:

I hate how the police officer is talking about poor Danny. :(

I hate the psychiatrists son, he's a brat and a nuisance lol

Hell yeah Jonny, get right outa those cuffs!!

God, I love this woman.. she's an amazing doctor and I NEED her to succeed!!

Why do I kinda like his lawyer?! He's such an asshole lmao

Oh, Danny.. My poor baby.. He's so scared :(

Ep 7:

Yayy, Yitzhak is back!!

Jack, Jonny, Mike, Yitzhak and Ariana confirmed alters, yay!!

Goddam Jonny... At least try to keep it together man >:(

These "psychologists" are so insufferable.. and so is the judge..

I love Yitzhak so much.. please don't let him be gone gone AAaAaa <3

Oh god.. please help him, poor puppy boy :(

Ep 8:

GET OFF MY SVREEN YOU FUCKIN PEDOPHILE PIG PIECE OF SHIT!!

I hope Marlin rots in hell, fucking piece of shit.

I love the directive so much!!

Candy, how could you? How could she cover for that piece of shit?

Oh, I feel bad for Arianas boyfriend.. and for Ariana :(

Why should they try to "get rid of the alters"?? I know that this plays in a different time, but it's so frustrating that the alters aren't really seen as whole ass human beings by the professionals.. :(

Jerome is so sweet and kind, I cant- I want them to be friends forever AAaAaa

If that boy doesn't get the help he needs, I'm going to scream...

Ep 9:

I hate him. I hate Marlin so much.. why do I have to look at him right now?!

How can candy live with herself, protecting this pig????

I hope she fucking turns around and stands up for Danny in the end :(

Stan is such a good guy, I hope he's a great lawyer too.

I hate it.. D.I.D. is real for fucks sake.

The trial just started and  I'm already crying..

I'm starting to hate candy, she's acting like a real bitch right now, ngl..

FUCK YEAH CANDY!! GO SAVE YOUR FUCKING SON!!!

Aaand she went home.. goddamn it..

Yay Jerome is back!!

Goddamn.. she's a really good psychologist.

I swear to God Candy, if you mess up again I'm going to scream.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Danny, baby.. no :(

How dare you end the episode like that?!

Ep 10:

Jesus Christ, please don't let my baby die.

God damnit Jack..

I hate his smug fucking grin.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

Oh, If Danny can come back, so could Yitzhak, right? I miss him. :(

"Adam is me" I'm fucking crying again wtf..

I'm on the edge of me seat, please don't jail this boy!!

OH THANK GOD!!!

I can't stop crying aaaaa

If Danny can forgive Candy, I guess I should too.. but I don't wanna >:(

He looks so cute, with all the paint on his shirt. <3

Don't try and make me feel sympathy for Candy.

Hell yeah, no forgiveness for Candy!!!!

I love the friendship of Danny and Rya, they have such great chemistry!

Last thoughts, after doing some research:

They handled this whole theme so respectfully and good!

Tom also did such an amazing job portraying his roles, it's amazing!!

Especially considering that this series and the movie "Split" where apparently based on the same case.. I fucking hated how DiD was portrayed in Split.. Like it's something to fear. Like it makes people violent. And as something fucking supernatural.. I fucking hated that.. But "The Crowded Room" is so honest and respectful.. It's beautiful!

#the crowded room #tom holland #my thoughts while watching #the crowded room spoilers #danny sullivan

[culttvblog]

The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries: The House on Possessed Hill

I've never read any of the Hardy Boys books. The reason for this is that our headmistress subjected Enid Blyton's books to the same unfounded criticism levelled at the Hardy Boys books in the US: that they weren't proper literature and would stop the kids reading any proper literature. On this basis she banned the books completely from school premises and systematically shamed anyone caught with them. Of course the result was that Famous Five and Secret Seven books were passed around surreptitiously like the contraband they were and nobody at my school read the wildly successful Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew because they weren't banned.

I did, however, manage to watch the TV adaptations later, in my teens. Perhaps I should clarify that this post is about the 1977 to 1979 ABC series starring Parker Stevenson, Shaun Cassidy and Pamela Sue Martin or Janet Louise Johnson. I loved the mysterious theme tune and the plots. It's a show of the genre that I like to think of as aspirational for early teens: the kids are definitely kids but just older enough that they have a freedom the viewers don't have so that it can prompt dreaming, hero worship, or even crushes. This was never the effect of the Famous Five, which was clearly set in a world which didn't exist and where the kids had a freedom that no kids in human history have ever had. In the books Frank and Joe are permanently 16 and 17 respectively, which is probably just the right age to get this effect, They're probably a bit older in this series but still apparently free of the adult responsibilities of earning a living, studying, family, and so on.

The House on Possesed Hill is an absolute superb episode which basically takes the plot of a horror film and twists it slightly to fit in into the mould of the show. Joe and Frank come across Stacey, a young woman who is running away from a baying crowd who are after her. She wants to shelter from them in a mysterious house and she says the townspeople are after her because they think she is a witch: their evidence for this is that she foresaw an accident a friend had.

The show plays her psychic abilities very straight, at no point questioning what she says. In fact it seems uncanny.

Rightly, I think, at the beginning the townspeople just keep their distance from the house and don't give any excuse to Joe for being after her. This is somehow much more scary than the classic horror film tropes where she's either excaped from the local Nursing Home for the Insane Daughters of Gentlefolk (Matron: Jessica Fletcher) or she is the ward in court of the town sheriff who for no apparent reason doesn't want to go back to his house. We hear them talking amongst themselves and they do believe the house is cursed.

In fact the local sheriff doesn't help at all, saying that there's nothing he can do because it's not illegal to want to speak to someone and demanding that a crime be committed or else the Hardy boys had better shut up or leave his town. But then, ACAB.

In fact I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that on first viewing I completely missed that the house Stacey and Joe escape into is of course the house from Psycho. Since realising its identity I have seen that it's been used endlessly in film and TV since obviously a boy's best friend is his mother. I was going to make a quip that the only show it hasn't appeared in is Murder, She Wrote, but of course it's even made an appearance in that. Damnit this show follows the old dark house trope to the extent of having a mysterious hand pull out the telephone wire just as Joe tries to make a call.

The show returns to the world of the classic horror film when Joe and Frank take Stacey home and she's met by the family doctor, who is utterly creepy. Despite Stacey having been seen by specialists in New York who couldn't make head nor tail of her, Dr Creepy then does some kind of regression in the show which mysteriously reveals everything that has happened in her life. Medical ethics, anyone?

If you want a criticism of this episode you might possibly feel that it's got an embarras des richesses in the multiple possible explanations for what's going on in the house leading to a conclusion where it turns out it's several at once. However since the point of this episode is to draw from about every old dark house film ever, that's the point. There's also my enduring query about this show that Parker Stevenson was too old for the role he plays.

This is an excellent episode drawing on the rich horror film tradition.

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[eddievanhammettmunson]

Bad Days, Bad Cars, and Happy Stars

Eddie Munson x Female reader

Author’s note- hello ghouls and gremlins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot. 2.8k

Warnings- fluff, some angst I suppose. But mostly fluff.

Summary- having a bad day sucks but having a stellar boyfriend who can cheer you up doesn’t.

“Hey sleepyhead” the deep groggy voice in your ear startled you out of a deep slumber. Forcing your eyes to shoot open as you sit up and drop the phone onto the bed.

Picking up the phone and raising it to your ear you hear the voice again. “Sweetheart?” The voice drags out the word in a teasing tone.

“I’m up Eddie. I’m up”

“There’s my girl”

“I think we fell asleep on the phone again”

“It appears so.”

You look over at the clock on your side table and realize you didn’t set your alarm and you’ve slept in.

“Shit! Eddie we slept in! We’re gonna be late for school. I love you but I gotta go!”

“Love you too sweetheart. See you at school.”

You hang up the phone and rush out of bed to throw on some clothes. Tripping and falling as you try to put your pants on but you persevere.

Since you’d been on the phone with Eddie all night you hadn’t finished your homework for your classes so in each class you were rushing to finish it before the deadline. It worked in almost every class except English because you didn’t have time to finish your essay. Your teacher doesn’t let it slide by pointing out her disappointment in front of the class leaving you embarrassed.

Since you’d been on the phone with Eddie all night you hadn’t finished your homework for your classes so in each class you were rushing to finish it before the deadline. It worked in almost every class except English because you didn’t have time to finish your essay. Your teacher doesn’t let it slide by pointing out her disappointment in front of the class leaving you embarrassed.

After English you stop by your locker to drop off a book and find a note in your locker. You open it and recognize your boyfriend's sloppy handwriting immediately.

“Hey sweetheart. Won’t be at lunch today got detention. Still on for our date tomorrow though. Love you babe- love Eddie.”

Damnit. Seeing Eddie at lunch was pretty much all you were looking forward to today. Since you have to work and he has hellfire. You sigh and make your way to your next class not even bothering to try and get your homework done.

When lunch rolls around you walk into the cafeteria and of course just as promised, Eddie isn’t there in his usual spot at the hellfire table. You go and sit with the boys and listen to their talks of the exciting campaign that Eddie had planned for them tonight. When lunch ends you’re making your way out of the cafeteria with the hellfire boys when you’re all stopped by the Hawkins high basketball team.

“HEY FREAKS!” Is all the warning you have before you’re covered in leftover lunches and drinks, and garbage.

They all run off leaving you and the hellfire boys standing there.

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! My moms gonna kill me!” Dustin exclaims as he runs to get some napkins.

“My mom just got me this shirt from the gap.” Mike says through a frown.

You sigh.

“Come on guys, let's go get cleaned up.”

You all stay in the cafeteria missing 5th period and help clean each other up. Gareth was particularly mad that his vest got dirty so you helped him clean it as best you could and he was grateful.

As the boys stood to head to class Gareth turned to you.

“Hey y/n you coming to theatre?”

You turn away and head to the other end of the cafeteria.

“Not today Gareth. I think I’m gonna go home.”

Gareth nodded his head and continued on to class and you left the cafeteria and the school and went to the parking lot.

Getting in your car and heading home.

***

Eddie got out of detention and decided that 5th period wasn’t all that important so he skipped. For 6th period he decided to skip the class he was supposed to be in and go hangout in his favorite theatre teachers class so that he would get to see you and Gareth.

When he showed up to class and only saw Gareth he approached him.

“Hey Gareth. Where’s y/n?”

“Went home early?”

As Eddie got closer he could see and smell the stench from Gareths clothes.

“Jesus Christ man you wreak. What the hell happened to you?”

“The basketball team got us all as we were leaving the cafeteria. Probably why y/n went home honestly.”

Eddie's heart sank a bit. He felt bad that those assholes did that to you when he wasn’t there. He thought about leaving early to go see you but you had work and he had hellfire so he decided he’d just bring you some flowers on your date tomorrow.

***

Upon your arrival home you immediately get out of your clothes and take a shower. After drying off you get in your work clothes and wait until it’s time to go.

Upon arrival at work you walk into the diner and clock in. Already having customers shouting at you to come take their order despite just having walked in the building.

You walk around and check on all the customers and get everyone what they needed. You know the day will be difficult because the Hawkins high basketball team showed up after practice and have been rowdy. Every 5 minutes calling you over to complain about something.

As you walk around Daryl calls out an order that’s ready and you rush over to get it. Taking the whole order on a tray in hand you begin to walk across the restaurant. As you walk past the table with the basketball team. Jason carver sticks his foot out and trips you.

As you trip the entire tray of food goes flying and spills hot food all over an elderly couple and their table as you go crashing to the ground.

By the time you stand up you’re being yelled at by the old couple and laughed at by the basketball team.

Daryl comes rushing out of the kitchen and sees the elderly couple shouting at you as you apologize and attempt to clean up the mess.

“Y/n!”

You turn around and see Daryl marching over red faced.

“Out!”

You’re shocked.”what?”

“I said get out!”

“Daryl I’m sorry it was an accident I tripped!”

“And that’s the last time you’ll make a mistake like that again! Get out y/n you and your clumsy feet are fired!”

You take off your apron and stomp out of the restaurant teary eyed. Running to your car and throwing it in drive to speed out of the parking lot and go home.

***

As hellfire commenced Eddie couldn’t help but think of you. He was distracted through most of the game because he felt so bad that he hadn’t been there for you today and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were okay.

“Hey earth to Eddie?” Dustin waves a hand in front of Eddie’s face snapping him out of his thoughts.

“What Dustin?”

“What’s the next part of the puzzle man? You were talking and then you just kind of seemed to fade away mid sentence man. Are you okay?”

“Guys, is it okay if I break character for a moment.”

The boys look amongst each other and nod.

“Did y/n seem okay today? After you guys got ambushed by the basketball team?”

Gareth speaks up. “She was acting weird all day, man. Before that even. She was really quiet all lunch period.”

If that was Gareth trying to make Eddie feel any better then it didn’t work. Eddie decided to drop it and continue the campaign as best he could while thinking of you.

***

As you drove home crying you approached a stop light and attempted to tap the breaks in order to stop. Upon tapping the breaks you find that nothing happens and the car continues to move. You do your best to control the car but since you can’t stop you find yourself losing control.

As you lose control the car spins and comes to a stop as you hit a nearby pole. As you try to control the steering wheel when the car hits the pole your hand slides and hits the dashboard hard slicing your hand. Luckily you weren’t going too fast but you’ve wrecked your car nonetheless. Calling 911 you report the accident and are taken to the hospital.

As you sit in the hospital with your parents you debate on whether or not you should call Eddie. He’s still probably at hellfire so it wouldn’t really be helpful to call his house unless you wanted to explain it all to Wayne.

The doctor finished stitching your hand and your dad came into the room.

“Sorry kiddo. Brake failure. They towed it down to the mechanics and they’ll try to get her fixed up. Luckily it wasn’t totaled so we’ll get you some new brakes and hopefully the dents aren’t too bad.”

You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out are sobs. Your parents hug you and try to console you but after the day you’ve had all you really want is rest.

“Can we go home?”

“Sure kiddo. You wanna call Eddie first?”

“He’s got hellfire tonight. I don’t wanna bug him. Let’s just go.”

“He’s gonna find out when he goes to work and has to see your car there kiddo.”

“I know dad. Don’t worry I’ll tell him. I’m just tired.”

Your parents take you home and you go up to your room and change into your pajamas. Crawling into bed you begin to cry yourself to sleep.

****

Hellfire ended and Eddie dropped Mike, Dustin, and Lucas off at their homes before heading to his own trailer. Upon walking in he sees Wayne stand up from the couch.

“About time you got home boy.”

“What do you mean? I had hellfire and the boys needed a ride home tonight.”

“Y/n’s father called.”

Eddie froze in his tracks. Why would your father be calling him?

“Why? What happened? Is y/n okay?”

Wayne walks over to Eddie and puts a hand on his shoulder and leads him to the couch making him sit down.

“Now don’t go having a heart attack or nothin cause she is okay but…”

“But…?”

“Y/n was in a car accident. She went to the hospital but she’s home now and she should be okay.”

Eddie automatically stood up from the couch with a worried look on his face. Grabbing his keys off the table and walking to the door running out to his van without a single word to Wayne. Not that he needed to say anything.

***

As you lay in bed crying and trying to fall asleep you decide that sleep won’t be had tonight. You debate on calling Eddie but decide against it since it’s late and you don’t want to bug him.

Instead opting to grab a stuffed animal and try to watch a movie. As you press play and head back to sit down on the bed there’s a knock at your bedroom door.

“Mom, go away please!”

“Well I may not be your mom but I’m not going away sweetheart.”

You freeze in your tracks.

“Eddie?”

“Open the door and find out.”

You walk over to the door and open it just a crack to find Eddie standing outside your bedroom door.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?”

Eddie opens your door the rest of the way and lets himself into your room quickly. Grabbing your face in his hands and examining the little cuts and bruises on your body from the earlier accident.

“Your dad called sweetheart. Said there was an accident. Came by to check on my girl.”

“He called you?!”

You furrow your brows and you look a bit angry and this confuses Eddie.

“Sweetheart of course he did. Did you not want me to know?”

“I just didn’t wanna ruin your night Ed’s.”

“Ruin my night? Y/n you were in a car accident I don’t care about my stupid ass night if it means you’re hurt baby.”

The overwhelming day you’ve had finally catches up to you again and all you can do is begin to sob as you collapse into Eddie’s arms.

He immediately catches you and wraps you up in his arms.

“Shhh shhhh shhh sweetheart it’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me baby. Talk to me about what's going on.”

You sniffle and wipe some tears away.

“I’ve had such a shit day without you Ed’s.”

He walks you over to the bed and you both sit down. He wipes some more tears for you and brushes some hair behind your ear.

“Here I have an idea. How about we move our date night up a night and I will take you out right now and you can tell me all about the bad day you had.”

You sniffle again and nod your head yes.

You opt to stay in your pajamas as you and Eddie walk out of the house and to his van. He opens the passenger side for you and you climb in and he makes his way over to the driver's seat.

In the car he decides to let you pick the music this time since you’ve had a bad day. Opting to listen to AC/DC’s Highway to hell album he knows it’s one of your favorites. So in the car he sings along at the top of his lungs knowing how that cheers you up.

“SHE HAD THE BODY OF VENUS WITH ARMS” he screams and points at you as he sings. Making you giggle which makes him giddy.

You finally appear to have arrived at the destination when Eddie stops the van in an empty field and turns the music down.

“Voila! We’re here!”

“And where exactly is here, Eddie?”

“The perfect spot to go stargazing that’s where.”

Eddie opens the door and makes his way to the back of his van where he grabs a blanket and some pillows as you get out of the car. He walks into the field and sets up the blanket as you wait. When he’s done you lay down on the blanket next to him.

Staring up at the stars for awhile with your hands intertwined. It doesn’t even dawn on you that for most of the time you’re staring up at the stars, Eddie is only looking at you.

“Is that the Big Dipper?” You say as you use your free hand to trace the stars with your finger. Eddie turns his attention to the sky.

“No no sweetheart that’s Orion’s Belt” he directs your attention elsewhere. “That right there is the Big Dipper”

You turn your attention away from the stars and look over at Eddie and sigh.

“I got fired from my job today”

Eddie looks back at you. “Baby what happened?”

“Those assholes from the basketball team tripped me and I spilled hot food on an elderly couple.”

“Seriously? After they already hit you with all that food earlier?”

“How'd you know about that?”

“Gareth told me.”

You sit up and sigh and Eddie sits up with you running a hand over your back in a comforting motion.

“Today really sucked without you Ed’s. Missed you.”

“Awe sweetheart. I love you so much you know that.”

“I love you too, Ed's. I don’t know why I bother looking up at the stars when I know they’ll never outshine that Munson smile of yours.”

Eddie gets a devious idea as his hand trails your spine and he begins to tickle you.

“AHAHAHAHAH EDDIE STOP STOP PLEASE.”

You fall back on the blanket in a fit of laughter as Eddie hovers over you still tickling you. Eventually he stops his ambush of tickles to let you catch your breath.

As he hovers over you he places a tender kiss onto your lips.

When he pulls away he uses his hand to cup your face gently. “I mean it baby. I’m yours. I love you so much and I’ll love you every single day until those stars fall out of the goddamn sky. You’re my girl.”

You start tearing up as you reach your hand up to meet his face. “And I’m yours Eddie Munson. Everyday till those stars fall out of the goddamn sky.” You finish with a giggle as you reach up to kiss him once more.

You both lay down on the blanket and he holds you in his arms until you begin to drift off. Letting the stress of the day melt away in the arms of your lover falling into a deep peaceful slumber under the stars.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things 4 #stranger things #hellfire club #hellfire stranger things #fluff imagine #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 22

The sweat dripped down my face as I bit hard on my bottom lip.

"It is not a quirk that adapts to Tomura's attitude."

"Damnit! What the hell?" I heard the voice of the boy I've missed the most.

Katsuki!

I felt my heart beating even faster and louder at the sound of his voice, the relief I felt could have made me cry from happiness, but I contained the tears for now. My mind was being irrational, I wanted to move and just hug him and kill everybody who dared even lay a single damn finger on his body.

The past days since Katsuki had been kidnapped, I couldn't stop thinking about negative outcomes, and what I could've done instead. Something as simple as the image of Bakugou suddenly disappearing from my life... made me realize.

I realized how much I love Katsuki, and how I would do anything for him.

The villain was talking to Bakugou, and soon the rest of the villains appeared in the scene too.

"That's why I'm here. Everything it's for you." My teeth greeted and I prepared my body to move, but Iida stopped me. He was grabbing Todoroki and Midoriya, while his shoulder was trapping me too. He didn't want us to go, the reason was pretty clear. That man made the worst-case scenario flash inside our minds just by talking.

I shut my eyes, trying to think of what to do.

"You're here, aren't you?" We all froze for a moment, thinking we were found out.

"I'll make you give everything back, All For One!" The well-known voice of the number one hero reached our ears.

"You're going to kill me again, All Might?!"

"Even All Might..." Izuku whispered.

"You arrived too late. There's a little over five kilometers from the bar." The villain, identified by All Might as All For One, kept talking some more, muttering about how the hero had weakened.

"I would not commit the same mistake as six years ago. I'll get young Bakugou back! Definitely send you to prison and the League of Villains that you control!" All For One yelled something after that and then we heard the destruction of a building along a massive windforce.

"All Might!" Katsuki yelled I had the instinct to move and help him. Seemed like Izuku thought the same.

"Iida-kun, guys," we could hear Bakugou's explosions going off as he fought against the rest of the villains.

"You can't do it, Midoriya-kun."

"No, there's a way. A way that we wouldn't need to fight and would let us get away, but saving Kacchan," Midoriya argued with him in a hushed tone, instantly, I grabbed his arm tightly.

"Tell us." He nodded.

"But this also depends on Kacchan. I don't think this would work without that. That's why, Kirishima-kun, you're the answer to make this more safe." My heart twisted a bit at that, but maybe he meant something else...

"Give us details, Midoriya," Todoroki said. Izuku nodded.

"Yes. This is my plan." We all listened clearly to his words, and the moment he mentioned what Kirishima was gonna do, I felt sad.

'You've made an equal relationship with him since school began if his friend calls out to him, I'm sure-'

"Wait, Midoriya," Kirishima spoke, making Izuku stop.

"What is it, Kirishima-kun?" The green-haired asked him, a confused expression on his face. Todoroki, Iida and Yaomomo were looking at him too.

"Uh eh... I think it's best if (M/n) takes my place," I looked up at him as I was staring at the ground, and he had a subtle blush on his face, we locked eyes and he smiled brightly at me.

"Why?" Todoroki asked, and Kirishima seemed a bit hesitant to answer.

"Just trust me, okay? The plan will still work." Midoriya nodded at him and we got in our positions.

'First, we'll propel ourselves with my quirk and Iida's Recipro.'

Thankfully, I was right in the middle of them for this so no one had to move to change positions. Iida and Midoriya wrapped their arms tightly around my waist.

'Then, (M/n) will enhance his arms to break down the wall.'

When Izuku nodded at me, I stared at Kirishima's arms, I enhanced my arms and extended my fists forward. Iida and Izuku pressed their feet against the wall behind us and launched us forward.

'As soon as it opens, Todoroki would make a path of ice for us. As high as possible. The villains haven't seen us. They got ahead of us until now, but we are in a position to get ahead of them. And we'll fly through the battlefield at an unreachable height for them. Villains' boss had stopped All Might from helping Kacchan, meaning, All Might would stop him too when they see us.'

As the brick wall broke down at the collision against my knuckles, Todoroki's ice changed into a ramp for us. I felt a stinging pain on both of my hands, but the moment I saw that particular spiky blond hair the happiness swelling my heart made the pain numb.

I could just think of hugging him and kissing him nonstop for the rest of my life.

"(M/n)-kun!" Izuku's yell made me snap out of my daydream.

This is a serious situation, (M/n), for the love of Jesus!

'Then, it's up to you (M/n)-kun. Kirishima-kun decided it was best if it was you. It won't work with me. Or with Todoroki-kun, Iida-kun or Yaoyorozu-san.'

"Bakugou likes you more than he likes me, (M/n). You can save him."

"Come on, Katsuki!" I screamed at him, and even if we were at a really high distance from the ground, I could see his smile before he used his explosions to fly at us. My hand was open, extended at him to grab it, and he did, tightly holding onto me.

He looked up at me and smirked, "You idiot," I chuckled and made eye contact with the crimson-coloured eyes I'd missed.

"You're welcome, Katsuki," His cheeks turned red and I couldn't help the big smile on my face, finally letting the tears make their way down my face.

///////

"Give me your hands," Bakugou said when we began walking while everyone was evacuating Kamino. Without thinking, my hands reached up to him and he held them.

"Ow," I hissed with a flinch as he took off the destroyed gloves, and his thumbs ran over the open skin of my knuckles.

"You shouldn't have hurt yourself, Shitty hair could have broken down the wall," he huffed and tried to sweep off some concrete pieces sticking to my skin.

"I did it for you, Katsuki," he abruptly stopped and slowly looked up at me, a dark blush crept up his face and he turned away.

"Don't say stupid things, asshole." I chucked and rested my arm on his shoulder, pulling him close to me. The sweet caramel scent of his sweat reached my nose and I instantly relaxed. "Oi," I looked down at him, and he was pulling the long ass t-shirt I had on, it went almost to my knees, it was like a fucking dress. "Do you mind?"

Before I could say something, his palm heated up and the black fabric soon had a hole, in which he stuck his fingers to rip it horizontally. After he had got a long piece of fabric, he tore it in half and grabbed my arm on his shoulders. He blew some air on my knuckles, getting some more dust off my skin, and then wrapped the fabric tight around my bleeding wounds.

The way he was taking care of me this way made my heart race, and shivers went down my spine as a heat wave went up my face.

He looks so... tiny and fragile.

"Done," he tied the fabric on my other hand and stared up at me, his eyes went wide when we made eye contact, "What...?"

In a second, my arms were wrapped around his waist and pulling him closer to me, as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. "I've...missed you, so much Katsuki." A sob got out past my lips, and I had to bite down on my bottom lip so I wouldn't completely break down.

He was tense for a few seconds as tears rolled down my face, and then I felt his hands caressing my back up and down slowly.

"It's okay now, (M/n)... I'm fine, alright?" His voice was so soft and calm against my ear, it just made me hug him tighter and cry for another reason.

Because I could never have him. Even if I love him more than anything else.

"Guys...?" I looked up slightly over Katsuki's shoulder, Izuku and Iida were looking at us. Iida seemed confused but Izuku seemed embarrassed.

"Leave us alone for a bit, Deku," Bakugou said to him in a soft voice, Izuku flinched with an expression of disbelief on his face and nodded slowly, before grabbing Iida's arm and dragging him with him.

"Katsuki..." my face went back to his neck, this time inhaling his scent.

"Yes?" He whispered low, his hand reaching up and caressing my hair.

"I-" love you.

No, I can't say that, even if is the thing I want to say the most at the moment. I sighed and pulled away from him.

"Never mind, it's nothing," I turned around and grabbed his hand to walk forward, following Iida and Midoriya, "Let's go."

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

[moodandmist]

😩😭🙄 WIP WEDNESDAY 🙄😭😩

Helloooooo!! Thanks for the tags today @fatalfangirl @angelsfalling16 @johnwgrey ❤️

Hi, I've missed this so much, it's been months. Thank you, brain. Please imagine me holding my laptop in the air and shaking it furiously right now. BC that' what I've been doing. Arrrrrrgghghghghhhh. So frustrating!!

I'm going to share a part from my most current WIP. The AU where Baz and Simon are falling in Love and Baz runs away back to London, bc he's scared. So effing scared. And you know what. Yup, makes sense. I totally get it. This whole thing. Both of them.

Anyway, I'm just grabbing this part bc I was attempting to make sense of it this morning...and it's really, oh boy, it's kind of a big mess right now. But I need to post something and stop worrying about the fact that it's a mess, bc it's a WIP, damnit.

It's basically a wall of dialogue at the moment, it will need to get broken up more, I know! Just bear with me for now, please.

Baz has left. Simon is a mess. Agatha and Simon are friends and she's doing her best to support him. Under the cut for length.

******

SIMON

We sit on the kerb in the glow of a single street lamp. Agatha’s playlist—a low tinny sound from the iphone set next to us on the ground—plays some 90’s group singing I don’t want you anyway, I don’t want you anyway over and over. I blow a breath.

“You all right?” she asks.

I shake my head and shrug, trying to get the words to come. “I don’t know,” I breathe. “I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing anymore.”

She looks at me and I know she knows. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, softly.

“Christ, I’m really trying not to be a pathetic fucking wreck, Ags, ya know? Like, I think…I think I’ve done an all right job of working hard and making something of myself. I just…I kinda thought I had it all figured out before, in a way, you know? Before…” Before him. “Like…life was good. It wasn’t, like, spectacular or anything. But…it was calm, ya know? Like, stable. Safe. And…” Shit. My eyes are starting to fucking water already. Jesus.

I swallow thickly. I don’t want you anyway, I don’t want you anyway.

“And, I know what you're trying to do, Ags, and I appreciate it. But… I do want him. I….” I swallow, “I love him. And I…I can’t really be angry with him. He never promised me anything, ya know? He never said it would be anything different than exactly what it is. If it’s anyone's fault it’s mine. I knew what I was doing and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t. I think I knew, the first time I saw him. And I—I charged right into it.”

“You knew…that he’d leave?”

“I guess I meant…that I wouldn’t. That I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I felt the whole earth tilt toward him, Ags. Christ, It sounds so fucking stupid. But I did. I felt it. It pulled me right to him like a magnet—like a sodding magnet in my gut—and I couldn’t do anything but go to him. Even when I thought I hated him, I couldn’t stay away. I just…” 

I blow a breath and scrub my hands over my face. “Shit. I don't know what I’m saying. Ignore me, Ags.”

I blow a breath and slap my knees with my hands. “Do we need a drink, you think?”

I stand and reach my hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go.”

******

Welp 😂 eventually. we'll cut a bunch and tighten it up and we'll get there.

Tagging more friends! @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @aristocratic-otter @martsonmars @gekkoinapeartree @frjsti @takitalks @cutestkilla @palimpsessed @dragoneggo @skeedelvee @creepyspice @urban-sith @kherub @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias @sillyunicorn @castawaypitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @mapjogger @raenestee and probably a hundred more friends that my mushy brain literally can not grasp right now.

#How many times can Simon say Ags 🤣 #I just love that he calls her that #clearly this will be edited #at some point #my fic #my writing #I Don't Want Love #working title

[call-me-rucy]

I’m still halfway Harrow the Ninth but it’s such a ride I have to make post about it.

Spoilers and stuff, obviously.

What. The hell. Is going on?? Except possibly the worstly misplaced "replace all" in history. I caught that earlier than I would’ve liked :/

“Ah, yes, the Ninth House cavalier...” *looks at smudged writing on a note*

[Image ID: A note reading "ORtuS" in a strange gothic-like calligraphy. /.End ID]

It’s all hiding to the characters, and kind of hiding to the reader in a different way!! Such cool writing! I cried so much when I noticed...

[Image ID: The same note, flipped upside-down. It now reads "GideoN" in a strange gothic-like calligraphy. /.End ID]

Not that you can't read notes anyway, being haunted (?) and all. Speaking of which. You?! YOU?!! Second person all the way??

AND NOW MY BOY PAL APPEARED AND I’M CRYING OVER HIM AND I JUST READ THERE'S A ME?! IT WAS FIRST PERSON ALL ALONG?! I always dreamed of writing something like this and OMG this books are the best thing ever. A masterclass of writing plotwists and foreshadowing and writing.

I’m in love and awe with the technique showed by this book and kinda salty at the Spanish translation cause it does very well in some cases, translating expressions (never thought I’d see the words “loca del coño” in a book) but the translation destroys the style. If it’s one sentence, keep it one sentence. If it’s two, keep it two! THE TEXT’S RYTHM IS IMPORTANT, DAMNIT. And the “Is that how it happens?” are not, as far as I can see, supposed to interact with anything so you don’t translate “No, it’s not” as “No, it’s not how it happens”. Anyways.

 Current theories involve: The Body is not the body of the tomb but Gideon Jr.’s (maybe?) mother. Hence the yellow eyes. Could be Gideon too but I don’t think it’s her. Idk where her soul is, though. Cause we still haven’t addressed the elephant in the room of the first book yet “Gideon can’t physically die but then she did, apparently??”. WHATS UP WITH THAT. WHERE IS MY GIRL. IM CRYING HERE. Also, someone is controlling the Saint of Duty? How does that even begin to work. Is he haunted too? Is the Body narrating?! If not, who is???

I just know as soon as I finish the book I’ll have to read it again to hit my head with all the foreshadowing I missed.

#harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #tlt #the locked tomb

[eis4ngel]

Chapter 2: Meeting a blue haired fanboy.

This chapter has a lot of “comedy” you could say :)

Maybe listen to this song while you’re at it

You knew it was probably him. Your favourite author from 2016.

You actually couldn’t believe what you were doing for a literal human, “it’s just some guy who knows his way around words” you told yourself but isn’t that any good author with an imagination?

So literally running into the line and managing to finally secure 68th place. Damn not even one spot below?? Very well, you realised your running ability has certainly gotten worse since high school P.E.

Around 10:14 am you’re finally second in line. Like any fangirl you’re absolutely dying just to see his face, you’ve prepared everything you wanna say and eventually you get to him and the first thing you say is.. “Book me I y/n love” damnit! You were in disbelief but nervousness does that to ya. “I mean.. book- you- I’m y/n i love your book”

He chuckles gently holding his head high, “nervous to see some guy writing all day in his bedroom?” He says softly

“Oh don’t give me that I know you have a huge beautiful office!” You pouted saying it with so freedom, unlike your nervousness from like 3 seconds ago. “Anyway look you’re my favourite author to ever exist your books make me feel so much emotion and just, so happy so you better be glad I’m a super fan I have all your books from head to toe I’ve loved them since 2017, you’re the best.” You literally blurted out everything you wanted to say in that conversation in one line, Mr Kamisato, was in shock and was abundant in joy.

Before you knew it you had to leave, plus your phone was buzzing it’s ass off

Venti’s the only famous person you know who still likes Facebook, yikes.

Yeah you probably had to go fast since venti was still in line waiting for you to hurry up while you were fangirling so hard over a blue

boy. You ran to the line where you saw a group of people surrounding your friends and of course, you finally saw Ei! You see that your friends were all just joking around and talking and really thought of how you wanna cherish this moment forever. Just nine months ago you would have never expected them to be as close as they are today.

“Honestly I didn’t expect Ei to show cuz of her busyyyy busy schedule yano” Beidou said with a smile while holding her hand over her waist.

“Why, of course I would fill you with my presence today as I would not miss it for the world, to see you all smile”

“and as Ei spoke lovingly it was our, well my turn in line. “

At the bookathon you took your 8 book bags out, that yes with your priceless books were in and yes you did make your friends hold a few. Guess what, since you had this planned for a month you knew you had the best books. It was a competition on which person had the best books, the limit minimum and maximum you had to show were 30. Out of the 30, you were kinda not loving some books as you saw the people behind you had limited edition kinda from places such as Yae publishing house’s “Yellow House” which was so limited that there were only 2000 copies sold. Yet you did know you had a lot more books that were way cooler.

You finished showing the judges and the results were gonna be in at around 1:30 pm, so now you and your friends decide to finally go eat some breakfast.

While you were there, around 20 minutes in your eye just decided to spot him again. “Shshjsvsushshsh” you splutter out random words and everyone just stares at you in confusion and laughs out of love. Ayato catches this since you were very loud, and smiles. He decides to tell his guards to wait and approaches your table, you wonder why while being really nervous.

You have your socials open as he comes by and he spots this with the corner of his eye

He just came by to say hello to Venti and fanboyed so hard over venti it was kind of surprising. He was freaking out with his hands over his face and everything, his voice went like 10 decibels higher I’m sure of it.

He then looked at you and softly said something you didn’t expect to hear..

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Art : Ayato / Pitchi on Twitter

Art : Venti / @/3Miily3 on Twitter

#Spotify #ayato smau #smau genshin #genshin ayato #genshin impact #yoimiya #fan fiction #venti #ei #beidou #ayato fluff #ayato #celebrity #celebrity x reader #genshin au #smau

[poisonouswritings]

GUS GOT BUBBLE WRAP

GUS GOT BUBBLE WRAAAAAP

The best thing about earth. Bubble wrap.

Gus getting bubble wrap was one of the cutest things in the episode.

And then. Y'know.

Thoughts about the premiere below the cut, so spoilers, obviously

Absolutely love what they did with Camila. I remember the earlier days of the show when people would accuse her of being neglectful/unaccepting of Luz. That definitely got less popular throughout the show but anyways, I love how they explicitly showed that Camila has always been protecting Luz and was pressured into sending her to that camp. And her seeing how much Luz and the gang need each other?? Stopping Luz from leaving her friends just because she thinks that's what'll make Camila happy??? Diving into the water to rescue Hunter without hesitation???? I love her so much. I'm so excited she insisted on going to the Demon Realm to protect and help her children. SHE IS A MOTHER OF SIX DAMNIT

VEE IS SO SMOL AND ADORABLE I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SHE HAS SUCH A DORKY CRUSH ON MASHA (I think that was their name?? I'm not 100% sure it takes me forever to learn names). ALSO SHE WAS PREPARED TO FACE HER FEARS TO HELP EVERYONE SOLVE THE PUZZLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH. Also I am. Just. So in love with her design. Her hair + ears are so fucking fluffy.

GUS DISCOVERING FANDOMS!! COSPLAYING!!! DRESSING UP WITH HUNTER!!!! GUS MISSES HIS DAD BUT HE'S STILL BEING POSITIVE!!!!!

I love Willow's photo albums and I love how much she loves her friends. Also love her flirting with Hunter. Did you count how many times he blushed??? Like five or six I think! I just love her a lot. I hope she gets more screentime.

I know everyone has already pointed out that Amity's picture of her family doesn't include Odalia, but like!! Proud of her. Camila is definitely her new mom.

Luz... Luz...... I loved seeing baby Luz!! She's so adorable!! Precious girl. I'm not surprised that no one blamed her for 'helping' Phillip, and I'm glad they didn't do the whole 'will they won't they' thing. No one blamed her at any point. They were just confused for a second. Love that Amity repeated The Line™ from the get-together episode.

H... Hunt... Hunter... hnnnnng...... Firstly Can I Just Say that I love his corrupted design??? Amazing. I cannot wait to see fanart of it. Secondly can we talk about how traumatizing this has to be for him???? Set aside the Flapjack thing (brb sobbing my eyes out again), he was just possessed by his abusive uncle, was violently outed as a grimwalker, now has a matching scar with Belos, and now has longer hair (though he'll probably cut it again). And he was conscious for the possession. At least part of it. So. That's probably. Mm. Really really violating. And really really traumatizing. I wouldn't be surprised if we see more possession in the finale. Really really really hoping we get to see Darius in the next episode and we get a Dadrius moment because Hunter needs an adult who knows everything (or at least more things than Camila does) Belos has done to him and probably knows at least a little about possession magic and how much it can affect the victim. HASN'T THE BOY BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?????

#toh #toh s3 #toh spoilers #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy speaks

[kindofwriter]

👀👀👀👀 have you talked about this kids book idea before???? I love that lad already and we’ve only just seen him

I haven’t actually posted about any non-fandom stuff in a looong time 😅 but this was originally meant to be a writeblr, so you’re very welcome to some miscellaneous information! Thank you for asking!

Basically, I did a Suzanne Collins. I watched The Owl House with my friend while I had covid (on a video call!!! Not in person!) and it got me thinking about how there are stories for tweens and there’s teen fiction, but that the former tends to be for younger kids (8-12) and the latter, while still appropriate for 12-15 y/os, tends to pick up at ~16, and The Owl House did a really good job at sitting some place in the middle.

I also, at some point during my isolation, watched Annie (2014) and What We Do In The Shadows (also 2014) back to back and thought ‘there’s something in the vampire adopts his great great great grandchild plot line’.

I didn’t go for that in the end, not because it’s not cool but because it’s much more important to me to make a point about chosen family.

So then I’ve got KD (not Katie!), my actual protagonist. She’s a 14 y/o in the foster system who knows nothing about her family except for whoever gave her mother her surname probably had family in India at some point. She can be mean, but she’s a good kid. She’s also part of a vampire hunter’s club, despite not believing in vampires, because it’s run by her best friend and her crush attends.

And of course, my no. 1 most special boy Aaditya. His family moved from Bengal to London in 1849; they were very wealthy. In 1872 he thought he was about to have his first kiss. Instead he was turned into a vampire. He did not like that.

For 150 years he was sad and confused, but eventually decided to get his life together, hence becoming a foster parent. He took night classes and did it all properly and officially, because he may be a creature of the night but he’s also a gentleman, damnit!

There are kind of two main plots going on, I don’t quite know yet how to balance them well. The first is KD figuring out she’s living with a vampire and how that affects her so called title as a “vampire hunter”. The second is Aaditya meeting Darius, a divorced dad of two kids in the year below KD, and the kids trying to stop them going on dates for their own respective reasons.

Everything turns out pretty well, but not without casualties - Addi loses an arm (it’s complicated) and KD loses a friend. But in the end they both get a much bigger family than they bargained for (a bonus dad and two step siblings!); KD’s crush asks her out and she panics and says she’s too young for a girlfriend, but to ask her again at her birthday party at the weekend, because then she’ll be 15; and Aadi gets a proper first kiss, but still thinks it’s kinda gross bc this repressed asexual man just wants someone to fall asleep on on the sofa.

Idk, as you can see I have the broad strokes, and I have some finer details worked out too, but a lot of the in-between stuff is missing which is why I don’t know if it’ll ever happen. But I’m much better at following through with projects now compared to when I was younger, so you never know!

#writeblr #ty for asking!! #I can make some kinda tag (my blog tag rather than person tag) if ppl wanna see what I’m doing? #I’m not making any promises about actually writing a book tho 😅 #tho I really wanna put 1. queer teen lit and 2. fat!!! protagonists!!! no!!! fatphobia!!! into the world #author's note

[bambeeverse]

The next chapter of Trist and Red is out! The girls run into some trouble with a smaller gang! Fortunately Red's a total psychopath who knows how to deal with them :]

Chapter 2: Conflict arisesThe two finish their plates after talking, and venture outside into the hallway of the dingy complex. Red appears conflicted “What’s wrong babe, you’re not usually the worrying type” “I’m not worried about the plan, I’m worried about you!” “About me?” Red lets out a sharp, frustrated sigh “I don’t get it, we’ve been having so much fun all week, yet you still look so sad. I hate seeing you bed-rotting like that!” Trist begins to realize the toll her struggles have been having on Red, feeling a twinge of guilt and some frustration herself. She had explained her depression to her a couple times before, what didn’t she understand? “Red, you know I can’t help that- it’s just a part of my condition!” Red stops themselves from arguing further, knowing this won’t end well for her. She could argue up and down with anyone else, knowing fully well she could find a way to spin the conversation in her favor somehow, but with Trist she would have met her match. Not to mention, a conversation like this would only end in someone if not both crying and not talking until tomorrow, she couldn’t do that to her. “Fine, you know I care about you a lot, I just want to make sure you’re ok…”

Trist’s expression softens, knowing this was her girlfriend’s way of apologizing to her

“Yeah, I’m sorry as well. I’ve been a lot moodier as of late. You’ve done nothing wrong, just please, understand I can’t always be happy.”

“I’ll…try to understand that. I love you Trist”

“I love you too, Red”

The couple stop walking together for a moment, Red balancing on her toes to match Trist’s height, Trist leaning over. Trist brings Red closer about to give each other a tender kiss…

“HEY FAGGOTS”

…And that’s their moment gone. Trist looks up, fairly peeved by the group of boys who just ruined their kiss, “The Wranglers” they called themselves: four college dropout frat boys who thought they were the hottest shit around for successfully robbing a store once. Trist rolled her eyes, what could they want this time? She dreaded the idea of them potentially moving in, having to see them occasionally on the streets was already enough of a headache as it was.

“We’ve just gotten kicked out of our old place and found this slum of a complex to live in for a bit. Not that you would mind, princess~”

God, fucking damnit.

Red’s face matched her name as she plotted in her mind how obvious it would be to throw them off the railing one by one. Then, she gets an idea for more subtle fuckery.

“Hey, since you’re new here, how about we show you around the complex! I’m sure you’ve missed kegging and there’s a lovely grad student here who throws the wildest parties if you’d like to meet her~”

With that, the four looked at each other nodding in agreement before the leader spoke up once more.

“Uh, sure. Just don’t steal my shit this time.”

Red “warmly” smiled, Trist after having done this song and dance multiple times before, already sensed some mischief to come.

As she led them around the most lengthy, laborious way she possibly could have through the labyrinth of a complex, she finally reached the spoken of girl’s door.

After knocking in a way only known between her and Red, she answers

“Hiii Amber! I brought you some fresh meat.”

The boys grow slightly unnerved by Red’s wording

“Oh hey girl, it’s so good to see you!”

The buff woman hugs Red tightly

“Where have you been? It seems these days you’re always out and about on some new adventure, you need to come by to one of my house parties again so we can catch up.”

“Eh, been busy spoiling this one here”

She wraps her arm around Trist to the best of her ability

“You know what, bring her along next time with you and your new “friends” “

She winks at Red, having caught on somewhat to the energy present, plus past deeds made with her

“Of course I can”

She giggled.

Amber leads the boys inside, before turning around and smiling smugly at Red. This would likely be the last they’d hear of them in a while, fortunately for Red, Amber was known to be more than happy to help her if it meant having a few new test subjects to ‘play’ with regarding her biology studies. Red’s demeanor returns to it’s peppy state as she claps and spins around to face Tristana once more.

“Alright, with that out of the way, are you ready to go rag on some bad guys?”

“Red, we’re also the bad guys with the shit we’re pulling” she replies with a barely contained laugh

“Oh pff, you never let me have any fun!” Red huffs in a light-hearted tone.

With their first ‘problems’ of the day resolved, the pair head to the scene of the crime in search of clues on where to find the infamous gang.

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