#i’m gonna do some moon ones too but this is all i’ve got for tonight lmao

[neewtmas]

hihihi im here with the request hehe thank you so so so so much again you’re so amazing i can’t believe it

lockwood x she/her reader with the prompts

"Prove it."

"How much of that did you hear?"

“It's a long story." "I got time, try me."

but if they don’t make sense just go with the flow you’re already so so so so so wonderful for doing all of this i’m not gonna be picky lol 🫂🫂🩷🩷

hellooooo!!! thank you so much for these great prompts and for your patience!

I have to admit I did struggle with an idea at first but I think I turned it around and now I'm actually really proud of this, so I hope you like it too :)))

Enjoy 1.5k of Lockwood goodness just for you <333

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When you woke up, the room was filled with the pale glow of the full moon shining outside the attic window. Usually, Lucy pulled the curtains close when she went to bed, so there shouldn’t have been a way for the moonlight to disturb your peaceful slumber. Your eyes were heavy as you felt around the other side of the mattress. It was cold, Lucy’s blanket still folded up from the morning before. You slowly sat up, looking over at the little digital alarm clock on Lucy’s bedside table.

11:30.

Due to a headache, you had gone to bed earlier tonight, leaving your three colleagues behind in the living room. The pounding in your head had subsided considerably after a few hours of sleep, but your throat felt dry like sandpaper. You reached over to the cup on your bedside table, only to find it equally dry. Oh well. With your house slippers on, cup in hand, you made your way down the stairs. You made an effort to be quiet, just in case anyone else was sleeping already.

The kitchen was dark, and you didn’t bother switching on the bright light which would have probably only hurt your eyes anyway. The faucet was right by the window, where the moon shone bright enough for you to see what you were doing. After two cups of water, you were ready to make your way back to your bed. As you carefully pulled the kitchen door closed behind you, your eyes fell on the thin strip of light that poured out of the living room onto the floorboards of the hallway.

On second thought, maybe the bed could wait and you could join Lucy for some late-night talks in the living room. You stepped closer to the door, subconsciously trying to move as quietly as possible. As you approached the door, you could hear Lockwood’s voice as well as Lucy’s. So they were both still awake. The door was slightly ajar, allowing you to peer into the room before opening it fully.

Lockwood and Lucy sat on the couch, Lucy with her back to you. George was nowhere to be seen, probably in bed already. Something about the way Lockwood and Lucy were turned towards each other made you stop in your tracks. The hand that had been ready to push open the door slowly fell to your side, as you watched with wide eyes as Lockwood took both of Lucy’s hands, smiling at her tenderly.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.”

It felt like someone had placed a noose around your neck and pulled it tight. Were you about to watch Lockwood confess his love to Lucy?

Lockwood hesitated now. You watched Lucy squeeze his hands. “Go on”, she said encouragingly.

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your head was spinning as you stumbled backwards and blindly felt for the wall to steady you. The thought of them being able to hear you didn’t even cross your mind as you practically raced up the stairs.

⫘⫘A few minutes prior, in the living room⫘⫘

“No, stop! Try again.”

George was slouched in one of the chairs, biscuit in hand. “That was horrible, Lockwood. Where are the feelings? Where is the love? I’m not feeling the love!”

Lucy had to bite back a laugh as Lockwood grimaced. “It’s Lucy! You try confessing your undying love to Lucy, and we can talk again.”

She kicked his shin. “Hey! Don’t forget I’m trying to help you out here. Just imagine it’s Y/N. Shouldn’t be that hard, we know she’s all you think about.”

The tips of Lockwood’s ears went pink. “Alright, alright. Let’s try again. Lucy, don’t look at me like that or I’ll laugh.”

Lucy made an effort to keep a neutral expression. Lockwood went to grab both her hands and took a deep breath.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.” A short pause. George nodded encouragingly and showed a thumbs up. Lucy squeezed Lockwood’s hands.

“Go on.”

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Lockwood was about to continue when the sound of footsteps on the stairs sounded through the room. He immediately dropped Lucy’s hands. “Did you hear that?”

George got up, turning to the door. “Yes”, he said slowly. “Sounded like someone running up the stairs.” He and Lucy exchanged a worried look as Lockwood rushed to the door. “Shit! Do you think she heard?”

“Probably.”

“That was not the plan!” But Lockwood didn’t stay to explain what exactly the plan was, instead, he ran out into the hallway and up the stairs, taking three steps at once.

Lucy looked over to George. He just shrugged. “Maybe that was the kick in the ass he needed.”

Lockwood was sure that he had never run up a set of stairs that fast in his life. He was out of breath as he came to a halt in front of the door to the attic. His hands were sweaty as he knocked a few times, praying that you would open the door.

At the knock you sat up on the bed, frantically wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Who could that be? George? Maybe your running had woken him up and he was here to tell you off. You buried your head in your pillow. You didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to wallow in self-pity and cry about the fact that the boy you liked, liked your best friend instead. But the knocks continued.

You wiped your cheeks again, just for good measure and hoped that the tears weren’t so obvious. You pulled open the door, ready to tell George that you were sorry but not in the mood for a scene, but the words died in your throat as you came face to face with Lockwood. You gasped, trying to close the door again. He moved so quickly that you barely registered it and held it open.

“Are you crying?”, he asked, and while you shook your head, the tears came back with a vengeance at the concern and tenderness in his voice. “No”, you sniffled, taking a few steps back. “Leave me alone, please.”

He ignored you. “What’s wrong? Were you downstairs?” You didn’t say anything, just wiped another stray tear. Lockwood sighed deeply. “How much of that did you hear?"

It felt like your stomach had tied itself into a thousand knots. “Listen, Lockwood, I’m happy for you and Lucy, but please, I need some time to myself right now.”

“Y/N –“ Lockwood ran his hand through his hair. “Listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

Suddenly, you could feel anger rising within you. What was he trying to do? Flirting with you for months, keeping your hopes up, only to then choose Lucy and tell you ‘it’s not what it looks like’.

“It’s not? It seemed awfully clear to me, Lockwood.”

You could tell he was hurt by your sharp tone.

“I swear it’s not. Please, Y/N, you have to believe me. It's a long story."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I got time, try me."

Lockwood buried his face in his hand. It was hard for you to see him like this. He seemed to be in great distress.

He stepped closer to you, and you allowed him to take your hands, even though you immediately had the picture of him doing the same to Lucy in your mind.

“This is going to sound so dumb, but I promise you it’s the truth. I’ve been thinking so long about how I could possibly tell you how I feel about you. And George had this idea – this stupid idea where I would confess to Lucy, but pretend it’s you. Like a practice run. That’s what you heard.”

You stared at him. “How could I possibly believe that?”, you finally asked, and his shoulders slumped down. “You always know exactly what to say, in every situation. How am I supposed to believe that you need to practice –“

“Because you make me so unbelievably nervous, Y/N. You should have heard the five attempts before that final one. It was pathetic. George could have come up with something better.”

You smiled weakly. “I’m not sure about this.”

Lockwood looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “I know a way of proving it to you if you let me”, he said, his right hand slipping up your arm to cup your cheek. “Please?”

Your head was spinning from his sudden closeness and the warmth of his hand. You closed your eyes. “Prove it”, you whispered and your heart skipped a beat as you felt the soft touch of his lips on yours.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood & co #lockwood & co x reader #advent calender blurbs

[ghouljams]

God i love moon so much. Cowboy soap too. There’s no question to this ask, i just- ah i fucking love those two. Moon is seriously fighting their way to be my favorite darling. Just the concept of them, their dialogue, their behaviors- *chiefs kiss*

Love me some moon n’ soap.

Now give us Birde and Gaz, this is a threat. /j

Hope ur having a good day Ghoul! Always good to read ur blog -Lurk 👁️

Would you settle for 1870z Birdie and Gaz?

You think it’s sort of silly to keep you in the hold overnight, you’re barely drunk and you didn’t hit the gunslinger that hard. You’re sure you’ll hear about it when you see the kids on Monday. Bad gas travels fast in a small town and all that. At least the company is good. You like the deputy well enough, though you’ve only seen him around. Never had much reason to interact with him before tonight.

“I’ve got me a ranger with the prettiest eyes, he’s sure a straight shooter even when he lies, but give him a horse and he’ll race out that door, leavin’ me cryin’ like a penniless whore.”

“Teachers shouldn’t say whore,” Gaz tells you with a smile, you wave a hand at him from behind the iron bars.

“You didn’t like the drinking songs, I’m improvising,” You hum a few more bars, trying to think through your usual catalog. You’re not really an entertainer, but you’ve never had so many complaints about your singing.

“What’s your name again?”

“Kyle,” His smile could light up a cave, you’ve never seen eyes sparkle like that.

“Come in, come in, my love Kyle,” He laughs, you take a moment to enjoy it before continuing, “stay with my this night, you shall have both ale and coal, my fire burning bright.” You hum filling in for the usual guitar. The cell isn’t cold, but there’s a nice chill from the night air. You close your eyes, lean your head back against the wall of the cell. “Well I won’t come in, I can’t come in, I won’t come in at all, there’s a lady ten times fair than you, waitin’ in lord barnets hall-”

“I don’t buy that,” Kyle cuts in, you blink open your eyes to look at him.

“What?”

“I don’t buy it,” He drags his chair closer to the cell.

“Which part?”

“Never seen anyone half as pretty as you, but ten times?” He shakes his head, rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, “That’d have to be an act of God.” You let out a breath, jerk your head to the side so you stop looking at his sincerity. Lord this man is making your cheeks hot. You press the back of your hand to your face to try and cool it down.

“D’you flirt with all your prisoners?”

“Only the pretty ones," he sounds far too genuine for you to keep pretending he's joking.

“You think I’m pretty now, you should see me without the drunk and disorderly charge.” You joke.

“I have,” He says, “seen you, I mean. You’re a fuckin’ miracle, like walkin’ sunshine.” See that's just unfair. You aren't supposed to be sweet talked by the man that pulled you out of a bar fight just shy of an hour ago. You'd think that should've scared him off of thinking you're heaven sent.

"You're not supposed to keep thinkin' that after you see me fight," you can't explain the way your voice quiets, or the rush of your pulse in your ears. You think maybe you're embarrassed, weird you don't usually get embarrassed by this sort of thing.

"Probably not, but that isn't gonna stop me," Kyle leans close to the bars of the cell, reaches a hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek, "Don't get shy on me now, Teach, I still wanna know where you got that right hook."

"Birdie," you grab his hand, lace your fingers together, "my friends call me Birdie."

"What do I call you if I don't wanna be friends?" His thumb strokes the back of your hand, his eyes warm as they stare into yours. You hardly notice the bars between you, too focused on his smile, the crease of his cheeks and the little scar under his eye. You wonder how he got that, and if he'd tell you if you asked.

"I don't know," You hum, glancing around the cell, and the sheriff's office, "but I suppose we've got all night to figure it out."

-

Price stares down at you and Gaz asleep in the holding cell. Passed out on the bench and cuddled close as can be. He pinches the bridge of his nose, tries not to be angry at this. He knew Gaz was pining after you but this is just ridiculous.

"Either of you mind explainin' how this happened?" He asks the room at large. Gaz at least has the decency to sit bolt upright at the sound of his voice, knocking your head off his chest and onto the wood seat. He keeps his hands on your hips, protective, to keep you from falling off the bench and onto your ass.

You grumble something and push yourself up onto your hands to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. Price raises his brows and fixes Gaz with his glaring, since he's the only one he has any real control over. You don't even have the decency to look embarrassed, untangling your legs from Gaz's so you can sit properly and soothing your hands over your skirt. You stand and try to scoot past him with a "Sheriff." He scruffy you and drags you back to sit back on the bench.

"Believe I asked you two a question, and I don't like repeatin' myself," he presses.

"Is Goose boarding a gunslinger?" You ask, blatantly trying to change the subject. Price points a finger at you, then brings it to his lips. You shut your mouth quickly. He points at Gaz.

"Broke up a bar fight, met my wife, must've passed out while we were talkin'." He rattles off, you turn to look at him and mouth:

"Wife?" Gaz gives you a small smile and a shrug. You turn to look back at Price and nod. Price sucks in a breath, and lets it out in a hiss before nodding.

"Alright, out, before word gets out and you don't have a class come Monday." You scramble to your feet, and slip past him to get out of the cell. You give Gaz a small wave which he eagerly returns before Price hears the office door open and shut. "Since when are you two chummy?" Price asks when he's sure you're gone.

"Since she nearly knocked Ghost's lights out and I had to carry her back here kickin'." Gaz runs a hand over his head, scratches his neck, a lovesick look in his eye.

"Mean right hook on that one," Price nods. Gaz hums, staring at the door past him. Price rolls his eyes and smacks his shoulder, "Alright, go after her. Can't have you moping around here all day when we've got work that needs doing."

Gaz grins and wastes no time shouldering past him and out into the bright Texas sun.

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick mw2 #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #gaz x oc #x oc #oc: birdie #in which birdie gets to sing and Gaz gets the girl hes been watching since he got to town #you know she caught him staring a couple times and brushed it off #oh also birdie punched Ghost for touching Goose #but Price doesnt need to know that #deputy!Gaz #1870s!cowboy #lurk #👁️ anon #i love moon and Soap's dialogue too theyre so fun to write

[casdeans-pie]

"Close Your Eyes, Dean."

The field he’d chosen was empty and wide open, with grass swaying lazily in a calm breeze, lit up brightly by the roundness of a large full moon. Almost too perfect – as all nights in Jack’s Heaven were.

But it was a great spot for what he wanted, Dean thought.

“C’mon man, I’m already dead, this body in heaven isn’t even real. What’s seeing your true form gonna do? Burn out my non-existent eyes?”

“It might,” Cas rumbled. A muscle twitched in his clenched jaw.

 “You’re such a shitty liar, you know that right?”

Cas sighed and his broad shoulders slumped down into a slouch that made his trench coat look baggy and crumpled on him. His eyebrows downturned as he looked up at Dean from under his lashes and sad, sad hooded eyes. “I don’t…” he started, swallowed, and tried again, “I don’t want you to see me any differently. This is more me than anything else now.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his mouth, guilt twisting in his gut – unable to resist the power of that expression. “Dammit Cas, I won’t pressure you, but you know nothin’ like that is gonna bother me. So what if you’ve got tentacles or a hundred eyes or whatever-”

“-I don’t have tentacles,” Cas interjected.

“-Point is, you’ll always be this dorky little guy to me no matter what you’ve got stuffed inside,” Dean said.

Cas squinted his eyes and straightened up. “That feels like a backhanded compliment.”

Dean laughed with enough force that his head threw backwards. He shook his head with amusement and felt himself mirroring the smile he’d finally coaxed out of Cas.

Dean reached over and patted his shoulder fondly. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep working on being sincere.”

Green eyes met blue, and Dean’s chest warmed with the intensity of his affection.

Cas was still looking at him with a sad tilt to his eyes, but the pain had gone out of his expression. Moonlight highlighted strands of his dark hair, ruffling slightly in the breeze, and picked out the blue colour of his tie against his white shirt. It was just Cas. No matter what.

Dean took a breath and looked up at Heaven’s stars, shining in a pattern that he wondered if Jack had designed himself. Probably. The kid loved stuff like that.

“I mean it though Cas. Nothing you show me’s gonna change how I feel,” Dean said. Exactly what those feelings were, he wasn’t exactly sure… but that was a train of thought for another day. One life changing event at a time. Dean brought his gaze back down, though he swore he could still see the stars reflected in the blue of Cas’ eyes. “You’ve seen me at some of my worst, man. You literally met me in Hell.”

Cas stared with such dedicated focus, like Dean was the only thing that was worth paying attention to in the whole world, and it made pleasant sparks skitter through his veins.

But Cas said nothing in reply, he simply waited for Dean to continue, as if he was always enraptured by anything he had to say.

It was an intensity that Dean had so much affection for. So much. So freaking much-

“You saw me as a Demon,” Dean said quickly, drowning out his thoughts before he could go to a place that he knew was coming but wasn’t quite ready for tonight. “And you still… You still saved me. You still stayed with me. You still said… Shit, what did I even look like as a Demon? Like, my ‘true face’ or whatever?” Dean tripped over his words as he struggled to push down his feelings. “Actually, y’know what, I don’t wanna know- doesn’t matter-”

“You were beautiful,” Cas said in a warm, quiet rumble, even though his gaze was still just as intense. “You’ve always been beautiful. Even then. You’re still just Dean Winchester, no matter what. The most beautiful soul I’ve ever encountered and ever will.”

“Cas…” Dean sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, while those skittering pleasant tingles across his skin increased. There was a warmth at the back of his neck and a heat blazing in his chest. He swallowed thickly, past the lump growing in his throat. “Then you know I feel about seeing Angel-You,” he eventually managed, keeping the eye contact.

Cas finally blinked and looked down at his feet. He shuffled them a little and it was such a nervous human gesture that it made Dean smile.

“Close your eyes,” Cas commanded, in a voice that reminded Dean of when they first met.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up in excitement. “Seriously? You’re doing it?” Cas gave him a flat look and Dean held up his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay, I just- I mean, this is gonna be awesome.”

“Close your eyes, Dean.”

The commanding tone coupled with Cas saying his name certainly did something to him, but again, not the time to examine that. Dean cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Everything went dark. “This the part where you tell me, ‘Be not afraid’?”

A bright blue light shined past his eyelids and Dean shielded them with his arm, while he became aware of a shrill noise that rose higher and higher until he had to abandon his eyes for pressing his hands flat over his ears. He scrunched his face tight at the assault to his senses.

Finally, the light faded and there was silence.

“Cas? You, uh- you okay there, buddy?” Dean asked, with his eyes still closed, guilt and concern churning in his gut.

-It is safe to open your eyes-

Dean winced again at the high-pitched whining that accompanied the voice, like bad feedback from a busted stereo.

-Apologies… It has been… a while since I’ve used this frequency-

The whining noise stopped mid-sentence and Dean could finally just hear the voice. Cas’ voice. His true voice. It sounded like a mixture of twinkling wind chimes and a single, long, resonant note plucked on the string of a harp.

Dean flung his eyes wide open and felt his whole body lock up at the sight. “Cas?” he croaked, almost unable to believe what he was looking at.

Gone was the man in the trench coat and tie, and in his place stood what looked like a giant crow – easily the size of a house. The huge crow was covered in gleaming black feathers, giving off a sparkle of blue that shimmered and glowed in the air around it, and Dean noticed that the feathers themselves, seemingly black at first, shined with an iridescent spectrum whenever they moved slightly and caught the moonlight. Its black, almost scaly legs ended in silver talons that looked like they were made from the same material as an Angel Blade, the same silver that its sharply curved beak seemed to be made of. It flashed wickedly as the crow leaned down to preen its chest feathers suddenly, like a nervous habit. When it straightened back up Dean’s attention shifted to the long, thin ring above its head – spinning slowly and blazing with a fiercely bright blue fire that cracked and popped blue embers into the night. They floated up and disappeared, past the faint outlines of many blue eyes that were suspended above the halo, blinking in and out of focus.

Finally, Dean looked at the crow’s face. Straight into two glowing blue eyes.

Not a crow.

Castiel.

Cas.

-Uh... Be not afraid?-

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Continued in part 2 soon

#this was so much fun to write even if nobody reads it lmao #trueform!cas #castiel's trueform #destiel #destiel ficlet #destiel fanfiction #my fanfiction #deancas #I'll probably put it on ao3 after I finish the second part! #please go easy on me this is the first time I've ever written these two!! ;; #pie's projects

[loquaciousferret]

The Moon and Me

Summary: The team-up between you and tough-guy Joel Miller is causing a rift with his brother and partner, Tommy. Given the choice between losing you to keep the peace or choosing you once and for all, there’s only one decision Joel is going to make.

Pairing: Joel Miller X Female Reader 

Content Warnings: Angst!! mentions of death, alcohol, age-gap!!, SMUT 18+ mdni, kind of somno. Maybe more. Read at own risk. 

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Not written in so long but I’ve been in Pedro Pascal thots for days now and can’t finish my Din Djarin fic so instead I wrote this. Not proof-read in any way.

Not canon timeline or events. Probably not even canon Joel character, just need to satisfy my thots.

NSFW under the cut do not press keep reading if you are a minor pls thx!

“What have you turned into? Huh?” He spat. “Playing house with some little thing half your age.”

“That’s enough. Don’t bring her into this.” Joel responded gruffly, a warning in his tone.

“No, really,” Tommy persisted. “What’s it all about, anyway, Joel? Burying your sorrows in some 25 year olds pussy? It isn’t gonna turn back time.”

“Stop. Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” Joel didn’t raise his voice, calm but forceful.

“I have to. This is all about her. You’ve gone all soft over that girl and she’s probably only here with you because her daddy got himself killed and she needs a replacem-“

“I said, enough.” He practically yelled this time, anger and venom in his tone in response to his brother’s words. “Get out.” He spat.

Angry footsteps approached the door where you had been listening and you slipped down the hall to avoid being seen. You got to the kitchen and opened and closed the back door loudly in front of you, feigning that you had just returned and making enough noise to be sure to alert the men to your presence.

As you turned round you just caught the back of Tommy’s head and the front door slamming.

You breathed a sigh of relief that he was gone, leaving you and Joel alone, but tensed up again at the thought of how Joel might act around you now. Would his brothers words be playing on his mind? Things could change quickly in this world if there was any erosion of the trust that you had been carefully constructing between the two of you.

A door opened and Joel came towards you, you smiled, desperately trying to act natural and avoid any hint that you might have heard his and Tommy’s exchange.

“How has your day been?” You asked cheerfully.

He huffed with his typical response. “Well, I’m alive, so.”

You pursed your lips, but smiled again, turning his words into something positive. “So, good, then.”

He scoffed, and you noted that he still hadn’t met your eye throughout the short exchange.

“What did you get?” He asked, bringing your mind back to the reality of the situation.

“Oh.” You fumbled, reaching over and grabbing the pack you had come back with. “Um, it wasn’t too bad actually. Got the basics and a little more.”

He gave no verbal response but nodded approvingly. He finished what he was doing- topping up a glass of whiskey, and left the room, tending to the front door, locking every bolt and chain.

“What about Tommy?” You asked, even though you knew the answer “Is he here?” 

“No.” Joel replied sharply, “He won’t be coming back tonight.”

His tone made it clear there was to be no more questions about the matter.

This was serious. A possible rift this large between the two brothers and you knew only your presence was to blame.

“You hungry?” You called out to him as he turned the corner away from you.

“Yes.” He responded briefly.

You had been clutching the edge of the counter with all your force and only realised now when you looked down and your knuckles were white from the pressure. You cursed under your breath, and got to working on some kind of dinner with the supplies you had managed to get this morning. Some canned foods that you managed to heat and present in a way that resembled a meal. You made a plate for Joel and a small one for yourself, your appetite depleted with anxiety.

You grabbed the plates and made your way out of the kitchen before turning and gathering the whiskey under your arm for good measure.

Entering what was set up as the living room area, you eyed Joel. He didn’t return the attention, pretending to be busy fiddling with a pocket knife. You set the food in front of him and he grunted in recognition (his idea of giving thanks) and you sat in a chair opposite.

You ate in silence. Usually you chose to fill these gaps and talk at him rather than with him, but you didn’t trust yourself to act natural and hide what you knew about his and Tommy’s confrontation.

“Was good.” He nodded as he finished eating and pushed the plate away from himself. He took the last sip of his whiskey and you offered him the bottle automatically, which he took, still not once having met your eye.

“I was gonna try wash my clothes, tonight.” You said.

He didn’t take the statement as an offer, filling his glass with no response.

“I can do yours, too.” You clarified.

“Don’t have any spares.” He responded gruffly. He was a man of few words at the best of times but 6 words throughout an entire meal was unusual even for him.

“Just your shirt, then.” You said.

He conceded with a nod.

You pushed your plate towards him, less than half eaten. Your stomach churning with uncertainty to the point you couldn’t choke it down.

“You should be eating more.” He said, but took the food anyway.

You watched him intently as he cleared the plate before reaching to take it back along with his previous empty one. You left the room, both failing to acknowledge each other any further.

You got to the kitchen and left the plates in the sink. The water didn’t run in there, but him and Tommy had been working at fixing it.

Tommy. You thought hard again about their conversation and what might have triggered it. What slight had Joel committed that Tommy chose to blame you for. You couldn’t put your finger on a good explanation.

You kept yourself busy for the rest of the day in your room to avoid Joel. Counting, sorting, tidying the small number of possessions you had, then starting again to fill the time. When it got dark out, you started to get ready for bed, stripping off your clothes and putting on some spare socks and underwear and a large oversized shirt. The water did run in the bathroom and you imagined you could wash them somewhat in the bathtub. When you left your room, Joel’s shirt hung on the handrail for the stairs, waiting for you.

You picked it up and walked to the bathroom, as you reached for the door handle it swung open in front of you and you bumped into Joel’s bare chest.

“Oh.” You said, “I’m sorry. Didn’t know you were in here.”

For a split second you got to analyse his body, his broad shoulders and chest, littered with scars that stood out white against tanned skin.

“Gonna let me out?” He said, snapping your gaze towards him, where you found him staring right ahead, dodging your face completely.

You side stepped and he passed you without another word, leaving you with just a hint of the scent of him. Musk, salt, whiskey.

You kneeled in front of the bathtub and ran the tap, the water was clear and clean but nowhere near hot. It would probably work, though. You reached for the rare bar of soap that rested on the edge of the bath, deeming its use a worthwhile sacrifice for the feeling of clean clothes.

You dipped all of yours into the water in a pile, saturating them before removing them one by one, scrubbing the fabric together with a small amount of soap and rinsing. Repeat. Your mind wandered, with the mundane task barely taking up any thinking power.

You imagined how it feel to be close to him. How warm would his chest be if you were pressed up against it. What he would taste like if you were to kiss his skin.

You shook your head and frowned at yourself. It was no use thinking that way. You knew on that one fact that Tommy definitely had the wrong idea. There was no level of intimacy between you and Joel. There never would be. He was right about the fact of you being half his age, a fact you were definitely both astutely aware of. It had to be enough for Joel not to ever think about you in that way. But it didn’t stop you from thinking about him. 

Before you knew it his shirt was in your hands, and your face pressed into the fabric. His scent was comforting, despite being mixed with sweat, dirt, and blood. You inhaled it nonetheless. You imagined how your scents would smell mixed together in some kind of moment of intimacy or passion.

For fuck’s sake. Get it together. You tell yourself, and plunged his shirt into the water.

When the washing was complete you drained the tub, the water grey with filth, and began to wring out each item carefully as much as you could. Hopefully they would dry overnight so you both could dress again in the morning.

You draped his damp blue shirt to dry, where he had left it on the rail for you, and retreated into your room in silence.

As you lay in bed, waiting for sleep to take you, you could ever so slightly glimpse the moon and stars watching over you through a small crack in the boarded up window.

The next few days passed slowly. The tension from Joel didn’t let up once. You co-existed in the space whilst barely acknowledging one another. There was no sign of Tommy’s return.

On the third night, as you and Joel ate another meal in painful silence, your thoughts bubbled to the surface and despite your better judgment, your words of confession spilled out before you could stop them.

“I heard you.” You blurted. “You and Tommy. The other day. I know why he’s gone.”

For the first time in days, he met your eyes, shooting you a look you couldn’t decipher the meaning of.

“That’s none of your concern.” He spoke almost through gritted teeth.

“Well, it is, actually. It was about me. It directly concerns me.” You were usually slow to challenge him but the guilt and anxiety of the past few days had turned into some kind of twisted courage.

“You’ve been acting differently ever since.” You accused. “So I know part of you must believe what he said, or at least you have a suspicion he’s right.”

He scowled.

“Just admit it.” You challenged again.

He downed the last few sips of his whiskey and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. He tilted his head to one side.

“I don’t particularly care why you��re here. He could be right. Why would it matter?”

His admission practically knocked the air out of your lungs. You were angry. His words were cruel, even though you know he didn’t mean them to be. He was always matter of fact, always suspicious. You should have known that that would apply to you as well.

You scoff almost in derision, humiliated and almost offended at the accusation that you could just be using him.

“Look, I get it.” He continues. “We all have to do what we must in this world. I’m not saying I blame you.”

If his words were meant to console you, they did the opposite.

“How dare you.” You responded.

He raised an eyebrow. You had never spoken to him like this, even when he deserved it fairly often. You weren’t a hothead and you usually didn’t let his rudeness get under your skin, you were forgiving and sensitive and you knew his front was all about self-protection, letting him get away with most of what should be considered unacceptable. 

“You really think I’m here because I need you?” You spat, almost disgusted at the accusation. “I’m here because I choose to be. I’m here because I lo-” You stuttered and you knew he noticed, his eyes twitching. “Because I like you. I like your company. Despite how unpleasant you insist on being most of the time. On a good day you are funny. You can almost be kind, and caring- in your own way. But don’t for one second think I’m using you for my own protection. There was a time before you and there could easily be a time after you.”

His eyes widened at your outburst. He was practically smirking and it enraged you even further.

“You’re only in this situation, having these doubts and suspicions because of your own insistence on not talking about the past. You refuse to let yourself know me. If you knew my story you wouldn’t believe Tommy, or doubt my intentions, for even a second.”

He still didn’t respond, just watching you carefully as you got more and more flustered.

“For the record, I lost my father long before this mess started. I’ve been taking care of myself since the beginning and before that. I was 16. He was a cop. He was killed in the line of duty. Before any virus, anything. And I looked after myself from then on. He was a good cop. He was brave and intelligent and he taught me never to rely on anyone else. And I don’t. Least of all you.”

His lack of response kept your emotions heightened.

“You are so arrogant. And so self-important. I don’t need you. I chose you. You think everyone is driven by selfishness and a need to survive. Well I’m not. I choose to still find happiness, joy, laughter, music. That’s what makes us human, if you remember what that means. You and Tommy and anyone else who thinks I’m soft- well, I just don’t care. If everything you do is just driven by self-preservation then how are you any better than those monsters that we are hiding from. You would be a shell of a person if every choice you made was from a need to survive. But you would know all about that.”

Your words came out more hurtful than you had imagined but you meant every one of them. What was the point of struggling through this just to survive. You were here to live. To remember the past and find whatever scraps of it you could to rebuild something worth living for in the world you now inhabited.

His face was blank, betraying no emotion at your words.

“But I’m not going to come between you and Tommy. I know where I’m not wanted.” You spoke calmly now. “And I get it, blood is thicker than water. I won’t be the reason you lose your family. I know how that feels. And I’ll be fine. I was fine before I met you. I will be again.”

You raised from your seat and walked out of the room, speaking your final words without turning to face him. “I’ll be gone by the morning.”

You climbed the stairs and hot tears spilled from your eyes. At least they hadn’t started while you were yelling at him. That would have really undermined your point.

You slammed your door in frustration and looked around the room you had called home for the last 6 months here with Joel. You thought back to when you first met, bartering in the commune. You offering whiskey and him cigarettes. You remembered how it felt when his hand grazed yours the first time you traded with each other, his warm calloused skin and the way you practically squirmed under his intense gaze. You never would have thought then that you would become somewhat of a team. That you would grow to care for him and to-

You interrupted your own train of thought to consider what you had almost said to him in the heat of the moment. That you had grown to love him.

Part of you wasn’t sure it was true. You were only 20 when the outbreak happened, you had barely dated, barely slept with other people, never developed feelings that you thought might be love.

But you had decided that had to be what you felt towards Joel. A sense of home in wherever he was. The last thought on your mind before falling asleep and the first when you woke up. Knowing you would go hungry so he could be full, thirsty so that he might be satiated. Hurt so that he might be safe.

The tears spilled again, uncontrollable. You had picked the worst possible person to fall for, in the worst possible circumstances.

You gathered what few things you had into your pack and lay down, exhausted. Peeling off your clothes that were stuck to your flushed and tired body, discarding them on the floor and crawling into bed in your underwear. The sheets were cool and provided relief.

You tossed and turned, the house remained silent. You never heard Joel come to bed and guessed he was downstairs finishing the last of his whiskey that you had managed to save for him.

You thought about what you would have to do in the morning. You had to go far from here, somewhere you would never have to come across him again. You couldn’t stay within any proximity that would allow the potential for chance meetings. It would hurt too much to be so close but so far from the man you wanted.

You didn’t know how long you had surrendered to sleep for when you were awoken by the creaking of the floorboards on the landing outside your door and the scratch of your door as it opened. Confused by half-sleep and emotions you were still in your own world until weight on the mattress disturbed you and, next, warm hands on your neck.

“Joel?” You whispered in a groan. You were still confused and unsure, stuck in a space between dream and reality, the only clarity provided to your senses was his distinct scent as you breathed in.

He was rolling you from your side onto your back, one strong hand still on your neck and the other on your waist. As you woke up properly you were startled.

“Joel? Wha-“ Your protests were met by him shushing you.

He had never been in your room before, not even when you were awake. And you had never been in his space. Whilst the rest of the house was shared, you were both very private in your separate bedroom sanctuaries.

“Joel-“ You tried again but were interrupted by words this time.

“Can’t you just be quiet?” He said, but there was no annoyance in his tone. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought he only sounded nervous. “You’ve said your piece tonight. It’s my turn now.”

As your eyes adjusted to the light you took him in, the shadows on his beard, his forehead. He looked as handsome as ever, and where his strong hands touched you, fire radiated.

“What you said about blood. About family. You’re wrong. You’re my family now. I do choose you. Choose you every day. Would neve- Could never choose anyone else.” His words were barely more than a whisper, and you almost couldn’t believe your ears. Tough, hard, cold Joel muttering words of pure adoration.

“I don’t underst-“ Your words were cut off with a gasp as he began to run his hands up and down your body.

“You’re not leavin’ tomorrow.” He breathed, his lips tickling the crook of your neck where he was leaning his head. “Won’t let you.”

You let out almost a laugh at the insinuation. Could it be true? That he wanted you as much as you wanted him? That he would really be willing to keep you practically against your will, just out of a desperate need to be with you?

“What you said, got me realisin’ what a fool I’ve been. Not havin’ the balls to show you what you mean to me. To prove myself to you. ‘n I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You were barely convinced it was reality, these confessions just too shocking to register as true.

You were only convinced by the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste of whiskey and tobacco strong but not unpleasant. Everything about him was exactly what you had imagined, strong but gentle, forceful but cautious.

“I’ve been a fool, baby. Really I have. Never should have let you think you were anything less than the most amazing, beautiful thing that, hell, I don’t know what I’ve ever done right to deserve.” His words were punctuated with kisses, on your lips, neck, and onto your sternum.

You suddenly realised how naked you were compared to him, just your bra and underwear to cover yourself and you became self-conscious, lifting your arms to his chest to push him off slightly. The action made him tense up and you witnessed an expression of fear or embarrassment in his eyes, maybe he thought he had the wrong idea.

You silenced his worry by once again connecting your mouths in a kiss, and you’re not sure what gave you the confidence to reach down and toy with his belt, struggling with the buckle to undo it. It was then you took notice of the erection in his jeans. It almost made your jaw drop, palming it gently and finding it’s size. It was big. Definitely bigger than anything you had had in the past.

His mouth twitched into his signature smirk, breaking the kiss to taunt “You like what you see, baby?”

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks, which he must have seen or felt somehow as he chuckled. He leaned back, his own hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans with ease. He pulled them down and his boxers, his hard cock springing out, already leaking from its tip.

You took it into your hand and stroked gently, and he sighed in relief.

“Your hands- so small- so warm. ” He stuttered, his hands wandering once again, this time round your back where he unclipped your bra and pulled it from your body.

“God-“ He muttered, before taking a handful of your breast, kneading it gently and continuing to breathe deeply as you quickened the pace of your hand around his hard cock.

You were pliant and submissive beneath him as his hands roamed your body, he grabbed both your hands with one of his and pinned them above your head before starting to touch your inner thighs with the other.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked, anxiety returning when you thought about your relationship up to this point. You couldn’t think of a time he’d ever indicated he was attracted to you, and a terrible thought was trying to convince you he was only doing this as a way to comfort you or convince you to stay.

“Am I sure?” He responded, incredulous. “I’ve wanted this since the first day I laid eyes on you baby. Never thought in a million years you’d want the same.”

He whispered the words into your skin, his beard tickling you as his mouth moved.

His free hand drifted from your inner thigh to your clothed sex, palming it gently. You squeezed your legs together involuntarily and became aware of how wet you already were. He did too, smirking again as he hooked a finger under the fabric and felt your slick entrance. He slipped one finger in immediately and you gasped, hips keening up towards his touch, your body unable to resist the overwhelming arousal and desire. It had been so long since someone else touched you like this. The fact that it was him, now, was unbelievable. He curled his fingers slowly, eliciting moans from you that must have seemed almost exaggerated.

“You like that, baby?”

You whined in response as he continued, his pace slow, teasing.

“Please,” You whined, no shame and no attempt to hide just how much you were already at his mercy.

He complied, releasing the grip he still maintained on your hands above your head and removing the other from inside you, using both hands to pull down your underwear, leaving you both exposed. He was still wearing his shirt, and you reached up, clumsily attempting to undo each button, simultaneously pulling him towards you for another desperate kiss.

“Wanted this for so long-“ You confessed in a whine as he touched you again, this time circling your clit gently.

“Yeah?” He responded.

“Please Joel-“ Your words were almost begging.

Sooner than you could finish speaking your thoughts, he was guiding his dick towards your entrance, nudging it gently before pushing all the way in. You both gasped simultaneously at the sensation, a perfect fit, stretching you so pleasurably.

You continued without the need for words, the room filled with the sounds of skin, the squeak of the bed, and the passionate, satisfied, desperate moans of two people who did not know how much they both needed each other until they finally took the chance.

His thrusts which had started off slow and gentle had been consistently gathering in pace and force, his hands unable to settle, roaming every inch of your body as if he was mapping you out under his touch. He squeezed your breasts, your hips, your thighs, whilst your hands explored his wide back, shoulders, chest.

You thought your pleasure couldn’t be enhanced any more until he reached one hand down to play with your clit, his thrusts still relentless. Your moans became a string of unintelligible pleading, his name rolling of your tongue like a desperate prayer.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Say my name baby, god- fuck.” 

You thought it was impossible but his thrusts increased in force, and as they did so you felt a knot of heat gathering as an orgasm approached.

“Joel- ah- fuck- I” You couldn’t get a warning out before you came hard, clenching and writhing under him. His pace still didn’t let up, he didn’t stop playing with your sensitive clit, and his volume increased, grunts and moans of elation as you tightened and contracted around him repeatedly.

“Yeah baby, cum on my cock baby. Too good- fuck.” His thrusts grew sloppy as he reached his own climax, “I’m gonna cum.” He groaned.

He pulled out and a few strokes of his fist later, white hot spurts littered your upper thighs and stomach.

He collapsed next to you briefly, pressing wet kisses to your neck and collarbones, his cock twitching, sensitive from the first sex he has had in months.

When he stood, you were still so overwhelmed from your own orgasm that you failed to open your eyes to investigate his movements. As quickly as he had left, he returned, and you felt the cool wet edge of a towel cleaning you off. He tossed it on the floor before resuming his position next to you.

You opened your eyes and took in what you could of his face in the dark. You reached up and wiped sweat from his brow, pressing a kiss to his throat. In a swift motion he grabbed both your arms and turned you to face him fully.

“You still leaving in the morning?” He asked gruffly.

“Not a chance.” You whispered.

That night you slept with the light of the moon and the man you loved, watching you, protecting you.

#Joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #tlou smut #the last of us smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #joel miller fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic

[fleshbarbie]

that’s a shitty thing to do - eddie munson x bimbo!reader

( contains : bimbo!reader, fluffy!eddie, eddie comforting reader, reader being in a toxic relationship but it’s only talked about, tiny bit of angst ?? )

authors note - hi, this is my first attempt at writing bimbo!reader, it was honestly done within 5 minutes so it’s kinda rushed & i’m not that in love with it? but i’d love to write more in the future. this was definitely inspired by all the other amazing creators on here that have written bimbo!reader in the past && i’ve honestly been watching a lot of superstore lately and one of the characters very heavily influenced this bimbo!reader (if you know, you know).

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“hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

eddie had returned to his trailer after a very long d&d session, one he would say turned out to be rather successful but when he was in charge of everything, were they ever not successful? he had planned to change into something a little comfier than the jeans he forced himself into everyday, to keep the metalhead appearance alive, and just relax in bed until the sun set and the moon rose.

that was until he swung open his bedroom door and found you, his best friend (who he was absolutely head over heels for), crying on his bed with his pillow tightly held in your grip. his concern and curiosity both greatly spiked in that moment .. what had made you cry? did he have to threaten someone? was it a serious thing or was it like that time you came crying to him because you’d been thinking too much about animal testing again?

either way, as your best friend he was eager to find out so he could clear any dark thoughts you might have running through that mind of yours.

noticing eddie enter the room, you instantly sat up and sniffled, opening your arms for the tatted boy to pull you into a hug which he did without a moments hesitation. he sat down beside you on his bed, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight as he pulled you into his side so your head was resting on his chest. he stroked his hand up and down your arm, the other one moving some hair away from your face so he could see your pretty features.

“you gonna tell me what’s got you all worked up? or am i gonna have to try and read your mind again?” he attempted to lighten the damp atmosphere with a soft joke, one that obviously worked as your lips quirked up a tad but you still looked upset.

“you know eric, right?” 

of course he knew eric, your good for nothing boyfriend that he had never liked since first meeting him.

it wasn’t even just a jealousy thing, it was so painfully obvious that eric did not care about you in the slightest, well only if you were offering him sex of course. eddie could count on both hands and feet the amount of times you had come to him, crying about how eric stood you up, or how he never listened, or how he always seemed to be distracted when you were together, the list went on and on honestly.

“yeah pretty girl, i know eric. what he do now huh?” he practically cooed, waiting to hear what he had done now to upset his favourite girl.

“okay so, i thought i’d be a fun girlfriend yeah? and i’d make him a nice dinner, because he’s been training so hard since the championships are upcoming and i spent hours in the kitchen, made him that big meatball dish he always talks sooo much about.” you had sat up now, your hands moving animatedly as you ranted to him and he couldn’t help the adoring smile that took over his face at your mannerisms.

“anyway, when he came in he was all like, what’re you doing here, and i was like oh i made you a nice meal, and he was like but you knew i was meeting up with the guys tonight, and i said how am i meant to know that when you’ve barely said two words to me for the past two weeks, you know?” eddie nodded, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to keep up with your story. “and then he just got super mad at me for like, nothing? he started yelling at me and telling me i don’t pay enough attention to things, and then he just flipped the table out of nowhere and all my hard work just ended up splattered on the floor.”

you finished the story with a pout and a sniffle, to which eddie responded with a light squeeze hoping it provided at least a little bit of comfort whilst he tried to piece the events together in his head.

“are you serious? he actually did that?” he asked, growing increasingly annoyed at the thought of you being treated that way.

“i mean yeah, but it was only a small table it’s not a big deal.” you shrugged, wiping under your eyes and smudging your mascara in the process.

“no, no.” he breathed a laugh, quickly catching onto how you thought he was admiring the boy’s strength, “i meant, he ruined all your hard work like that? that’s a shitty thing to do sweetheart.”

“oh.” you muttered, “yeah, it was shitty and it really hurt my feelings. he didn’t even mention anything about boy’s night tonight i swear!”

he hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he admired the innocent look shining bright in your eyes, you really were precious. “i believe you. and even if you did know, doesn’t mean he had any right to react like that, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

you smiled at boy sat beside you, leaping to pull him into a hug. “i know eddie. thank you for always listening to me, i know it must get tiring sometimes. i love you.”

his heart both melted and ached at the three words he heard from you on almost a daily basis, because yes you did love him ... just not the way he loved you and it pained him everyday seeing you in this dead end relationship you hadn’t broken out of yet.

despite it all, he smiled and pulled back from the hug to press a brief kiss to your forehead. “i love you too.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn x reader

[harrywavycurly]

If we are just going down the list can I selfishly ask for examples of the times you call Eddie and he doesn’t hesitate to answer? Thank you!🥰

Hiii babes!! Of course you can ask for this!! I hope you enjoy this, you’re so welcome!!💖

*honestly the idea of bothering Eddie with phone calls at random times just brings me joy. Is that just me?😂*

“Hello?” “Eddie can you come get me? I’m stuck at the library because your curly haired child talked me into checking out a book about chemicals or some shit and then he left me.” “Sweetheart he’s not my child don’t say that shit out loud and also Dustin just left you? How did you get to the library?” “I used his bike.” “If you used his bike how did he get there?” “He walked but then I came out and gave him the book and he took his damn bike back! So can you please come get me?” “Yes yes hold on I’m on my way.”

“Baby it’s 1am are you okay?” “Have you ever actually looked at the moon? It’s super big tonight.” “Sweetheart….” “Like really it’s fucking massive tonight. Go look at it.” “You’re really gonna make me get out of bed at 1 in the morning to look at the moon?” “Only if you want…” “Don’t use that voice on me princess you know I’d stop the world from turning if you asked me to.” “So are you looking at it?” “Yes. It does look fucking massive.” “Aren’t you glad I made you go look at it?” “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Good morning sweetheart.” “Good morning. Can we go get pancakes?” “Can pancakes wait another hour for me to fully wake up or is it a breakfast food emergency?” “It’s only a borderline emergency so I can give you like half an hour.” “Deal. I’ll come get you and we can go get all the pancakes you want baby.” “Oh can you bring me a sweatshirt?” “You’re such a little clothes thief.” “It’s not stealing if you give them to me.” “I guess that’s true. I’ll see you soon princess.” “Love you, don’t forget the sweatshirt.” “Love you too. Don’t worry I won’t.”

“Baby?….Sweetheart?….What’s wrong why are you crying?” “He died Eddie. He fucking died and you knew it was gonna happen and you didn’t warn me.” “Oh baby I’m sorry. I didn’t want to spoil it for you.” “You let me get attached to him! You knew he was my favorite dwarf!” “Thorin was a good dude he died honorably.” “He still fucking died Edward! I’m so upset fucking this whole series I’m not doing this shit again.” “Sweetheart you’ll like the Lord of the Rings I swear you will, you won’t get so attached to just one character this time.” “I don’t trust you anymore you asshole.” “I’m sorry baby. Do I need to come over and comfort you?” “Yes why the hell do you think I called?” “Right. I’m on my way.” “Expect a whole book to be thrown at your head when you get here.” “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“How did it go?” “You’re talking to the newest employee of Family Video.” “That’s awesome baby! I knew you’d get it.” “I’m thinking pizza and milkshakes to celebrate?” “Sure! Anything you want sweetheart.” “Ohhh I like the sound of that.” “You’re ridiculous.” “But you love me and my new discount on shitty horror movies.” “I do love you very much. The discount on movies is just a fun new bonus.”

“Hey baby I’m at work is everything okay?” “Just want to tell you I miss you.” “I miss you too sweetheart. But are you okay?” “Everything is fine. I just haven’t seen you in like two days.” “I know, I’m sorry but tonight how about we have dinner and a movie?” “Oh I’d like that.” “Good. I have to go now okay? But I love you and I’ll see you later.” “I love you too. Have a good day at work.”

“How’s my favorite girl feeling?” “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” “Still that bad huh? Well good thing I know a way to fix that.” “Oh do enlighten me Dr.Munson” “Cuddles, lots of liquids and more cuddles.” “Well I’ve got the liquids but I seem to missing something to cuddle with.” “Something? No baby you need someone. Human cuddles work best for this type of sickness. Trust me.” “Ohhh okay well let me let you go so I can call Harrington.” “You’re mean when you’re sick.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Will you please come cuddle me?” “Yes but only because I love you and I know Harrington is horrible at cuddling.” “How do you know?” “Look at him. He may be made for swinging a bat and driving kids around but cuddles? Nope. That’s my department of expertise.” “He gives good hugs so I think he’d be fine at cuddling.” “Well too bad you’ll never get to find out.” “You’re so dramatic. But I love you.” “I love you too. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

#boyfriend eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson request #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson concept

[in-my-feels-probably]

I'd love to see Sirius's reaction to his girlfriend dressing up as a muggle princess for Halloween. 🥰 It's a favorite pastime of mine and the kids I work with LOVE it! The yellow dress in the gif is what I wore today😍😍😍😍

Prince Charming

Request: I’d love to see Sirius’s reaction to his girlfriend dressing up as a muggle princess for Halloween.

Hi! Halloween is my favorite holiday and I just realized I haven't written anything about it before, so thank you for the request. Sorry to my Marauders fans who get sad over Halloween now, I know the pain. So, Anastasia is one of my favorites, the yellow dress is a cool costume. We’re gonna pretend like this movie, and all the other princess movies, were out in the 70s and that everyone knows what the movie and costume is. We’re also gonna pretend like the purebloods don’t do much for Halloween, because I wasn’t sure if they do or not. Sorry, this is kinda short, I’ve been really busy but I had some time to get through a few requests. I don’t love the outcome of this, but I think this request is cute, so hopefully this turned out ok. I hope you like it, let me know what you think.

(Warnings: swearing, let me know if i missed any)

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You were sat next to Lily at breakfast, looking around the Great Hall. Tonight, Hogwarts was putting on their annual Hallows Eve ball. Decorations for Halloween were put up, and floating pumpkins lined the walls. As you looked around, it occurred to you that during your time at Hogwarts, you had never dressed up for the holiday. 

“Why don’t you celebrate Halloween?” You said to Sirius, who was sitting across the table from you.

He looked confused. “What do you mean? We go to the dance every year.”

“No, I mean dress up? Is that not a thing with wizards? Or is it just not a pureblood thing.” 

“Dress up?”

Lily turned from her conversation with James, piping in. “Muggles dress up. Every year, you pick a costume. It’s the one night a year you get to be something other than yourself. Some go with something from a movie, some go with something scary like a ghost or a witch, there’s lots of options.”

James chuckled, raising a brow. “Love, you’re a witch. You're gonna dress up as yourself?”

She elbowed him in the side, shaking her head. “No, you git. Muggle witches are different, they’re normally scary. Most girls paint their faces green, and wear a pointy hat. Seriously, have you never seen a muggle movie? Black cats, cauldrons, brooms. It’s witch stuff.”

You nodded, like what she was saying was common sense. Sirius looked between the two of you, confused. He leaned over to Remus, who looked more tired than usual. The full moon was two days before, and he was still recovering from it. 

“What? Ghosts are real, though, why dress up as one? Moony, back me up here. They’re just pulling our leg, right?”

Remus shook his head, picking at his plate. “No, mate, they’re not joking. There’s tons of movies with witches like that. And ghosts are different with muggles. A lot of them don’t even believe in ghosts, just like they don’t believe in witches. But yeah, muggles take Halloween very seriously, there’s tons of shit they dress up as.”

“We should dress up this year,” Lily said, eyeing James. “Couples costumes?”

James Immediately shook his head. “No way! We’re not gonna be the only two showing up to the dance in costumes.”

You smirked. “Oh, come on James. We can all dress up. You too, Moony.”

“Absolutely not,” Remus laughed. “As funny as it would be to see those two look like asses, I’m not doing it. You’re lucky I’m even coming.”

Lily grinned, leaning close. “You’ve already got some inspiration, though. You could be a werewolf.”

“Very funny, Evans. Quite the comedian today, aren’t you?”

“You’re all no fun,” Lily said, turning away from the boys. “What about you? We could still dress up.”

“As what? The party is tonight, we don’t have time to get costumes.”

She sighed, looking defeated. You threw an arm around her shoulder, bringing her into your side.

“It was a valiant effort. There’s always next year,” you said, patting her thigh.

“We could charm our dresses,” she offered. “Princesses?”

You groaned, shaking your head. “James is right, we’re not showing up as the only two in costumes.”

“No, listen! I promise, I’ll do a good job with them, nobody will even be able to tell it’s a costume. It’ll be fun. Please?”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to find it in yourself to say no, but Lily had perfected her puppy dog eyes, and was nearly impossible to say no to.

“Merlin, alright! Fine. You’re impossible, Evans. What are we going as?”

She smiled eagerly, cheering in her seat. “Yes! I’ll get the other girls in on it, you know Mary won’t say no to getting to wear a pretty dress. Just leave me one of yours, I’ll do it for you. You’ll like it, I promise.”

—

A few hours later, you and the girls were getting ready for the party. Lily had followed through, and you had to admit, she did a good job. 

She was wearing a teal dress, with purple jewelry, going as Ariel. Marlene was wearing a blue dress with puffed sleeves, and had her hair done up, dressed as Cinderella. Mary’s dress was green, for Tiana. She said it because she fancied finding her own prince to kiss tonight, but you all knew it was really just because she looked the best in green. She didn’t need the dress to be able to find a guy, she was very capable of doing it on her own, but you let her have her fun anyways. 

Your dress was yellow, with blue ribbons accenting it. Lily chose to transfigure your dress into Anastasia’s, since she was one of your favorites. 

You all finished and headed down stairs, where the boys were waiting. 

“Finally!” James said, holding out his arm for Lily to take. “We were beginning to think we were being stood up.”

“Stood up?” You said, feigning shock. “We’d never do that to Remus.”

Remus laughed, standing up as you headed for the portrait exit. “Thanks, love.”

You looked around the room, and realized Sirius wasn’t with you. “Where’s Sirius?”

“Taking his sweet time, apparently,” James said, opening the door. “He was finishing getting ready when I came down. He’s quite vain, isn’t he? Do you want us to wait?”

You shook your head, chuckling. “It’s fine, you lot go ahead. I’ll wait for him.”

They nodded, and you sat on the couch as they all filed out of the door. You waited a couple minutes, before you finally heard rustling at the top of the stairs and you stood up. 

“It’s about time!”

“Oh hush, you know you–” Sirius came down the stairs, ready to match your banter, but he stopped in the middle of his sentence as he reached the bottom stairs and you came into his view. 

You raised a brow. “I know what, Sirius?”

He didn’t say anything, just staring at you with a slack jaw. You began to uncomfortably shift under his gaze, smoothing down your dress. 

“Seriously, what is it?”

Sirius looked at you with soft eyes, stepping closer to you. He settled his hands on your waist, gently smiling down at you. 

“You, my dear…look absolutely beautiful.”

You flushed at his words, settling into his grip. You rested your hands on his, looking up and meeting his eyes. 

“Thank you. You look very pretty, too. My own Prince Charming.”

“Thank you, love,” he said, leaning his forehead down to rest against yours. “Alright, princess, you ready to go?”

You smiled, nodding. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, before slipping a hand in his and leading him towards the door. He watched you with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, smiling as he followed his pretty girl out the door.

—

A/N - Hi! Hope you liked this. I’ll fill more requests soon. Hope everyone has a good Halloween.

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[jungle-angel]

Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play. 

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here” 

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means” 

3.  “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going” 

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!” 

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?” 

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??” 

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!” 

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea” 

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place” 

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis” 

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me” 

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor” 

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??” 

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all” 

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!” 

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach” 

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!” 

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??” 

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee” 

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need” 

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling” 

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??” 

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn” 

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me” 

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?” 

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you” 

31. “I think I’m getting sick again” 

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too” 

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you” 

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest” 

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control” 

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!” 

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!” 

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year” 

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink” 

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower” 

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence” 

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner” 

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant” 

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get” 

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over” 

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you” 

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to” 

#top gun maverick #Outer range #bad times at the el royale #catch 22 hulu #salem's lot #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #rhett abbott #miles miller #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, August 30

WILLOW: Something evil crashed to earth in this and then broke out and ... slithered away to do badness. GILES: In all fairness, we don't really know about the slithered part. ANYA: Oh, no. I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.

~~BtVS 5x09 — Listening to Fear~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Take Me As I Am (Pt. 5) (Joyce/Angel, M) by madeingold

Double Drabble: Falling Apart (Buffy, Angel/Angelus, PG) by badly_knitted

Tom F'ing Bombadil (Buffy, not rated, LotR/Hobbit xover) by Liloldme

[Chaptered Fiction]

Among the Echoes, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dutchess Did It

The Plunge, Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Harlow Turner

The Nips!, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Desicat

Summers on the Hellmouth, Chapter 21 (Buffy, Stargate xover, FR13) by mmooch

Supporting Natasha Romanoff (And Iron Man too), Chapter 45 (Willow/Natasha Romanoff, Marvel crossover, FR18) by NobodyAtAll

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Part of the Family, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Harlow Turner

I Do!, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

Blood and Black Lace, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, R) by SlayrGrl

The Alphabet of Spuffy, Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by VeroNyxK84

The Other Side of the Door, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, M) by myrabeth

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About “Reptile Boy” and Giles's role by the-elusive-soleil

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The Buffy Re-Watch: S2E8 (part 1) by jvstheworld

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[Fandom Discussions]

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I’m still not over the fact that Willow was living rent free in Buffy’s house by mariepv

Observation about the difference between canon and fanon: Angel / Angelus in I Only Have Eyes For You by coraniaid

Time for some random late night thought dumps on my recent insane Buffy/Oz fascination. by gh-0-stcup

Whedon decided Boreanaz could carry a spin-off show in large part thanks to his performances as Angelus by coraniaid

Healthy codependency by girl4music

I have to talk a little bit about Cousin Beth portrayed by Amy Adams by girl4music

You’ve also got to love the blatant connection between witchcraft and lesbianism by girl4music

“She can’t even see Spike” by girl4music

Look what they did to Charles Gunn! by look-how-they-massacred-them

About the Key plotline: the line “the monks made her out of me” is suddenly really interesting by thepunkmuppet

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in my three year old mind, these were the most prominent episodes to the point that i remembered them all the way until i did a rewatch by caliburn-the-sword

The fact that the trio is playing DnD when Warren suggests they “become supervillains” is really telling by still-nix-d-goffic

three episodes of buffy that I just cannot really watch properly for different reasons by variousqueerthings

In the universe where fuffy happens sometime after btvs by hersterical

I’d like to think this was Buffy’s fated death by still-nix-d-goffic

I believe an evil person or entity can change based on the environment they are in. And I don’t think the “soul” has anything to do with it. by girl4music

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them (Illyria) by stellernorth

We all get that Oz was raped, right? by gh-0-stcup

Classic Buffy available on Hulu! (differences between SD and HD versions) by TheMaster666

The Season of the Many Love Triangles by thetopher

Redefinition - Inner Monologue by Priceless

Spike exposing Riley may have had it selfish intentions but he did the right thing by Buffy, she needed to know. by sushibananawater

What was The Mayor’s endgame? by stupidhrfmichael

Watcher & their Slayer. Who'd win? Giles & Buffy (season 7) vs Wesley & Faith (Angel season 4) by Almighty_Push91

In which season/episode does the Buffy-Spike-thing start? by Mysterious-Lychee98

Fan Heaven: The moment my heart grows three sizes! by AerieSignal1001

I would have loved to see Vamp Willow using her hacking skills somehow. by Waarm

Are the Buffy Season 8 comics/graphic novels worth hunting down? by dmstafford

What were the funniest episodes of Buffy? by classified12345

It Still Stings: The Mistreatment of Women on Joss Whedon’s 'Angel' by ssensibility

Most Hated Character in Buffy The Vampire Slayer Part 2 by Khalesssi_Slayer1

Most Hated Character On Buffy The Vampire Slayer Part 3 by Khalesssi_Slayer1

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[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 10

Word count: 3763 Warnings: violence A/N: im sorry this took me so long, life got in the way. i started taking meds for my depression and got into a new relationship, and also my thesis deadline is looming... also i had to practically rewrite this one from scratch too. idk when i'll be able to update, i have exams in a month, but i'll do my best <3

When they walked out of the bathhouse and into the pub next door, night had already descended upon the town, the full moon high up in the cloudless sky bathing dirty alleyways and shabby houses in silvery light. There they found Holmes and good two-thirds of the Shout crew, who rather predictably deemed the establishment a worthy investment of their scarce time off. Holmes seemed to be familiar with many of them, shaking their hands and conversing in that hardly legible pirate jargon Vince still struggled to understand. If it wasn’t for his suit, he’d fit right in.

“Ay, you came!” He noticed Nikki and Vince at the door and beckoned them to the table he was occupying.

“I fucking wish,” Nikki grumbled, maneuvering between the chairs. The Shout crew was far from the only clients of the pub tonight, and it was messy, busy and loud. The room was soaked through with smells of smoke, cheap beer and onions, and the walls practically rattled with every roar of laughter or cry of indignation drunk sailors emitted, which they did plenty.

Holmes must have fought a hard battle to keep the chairs at his table in their places, as the sailors at the tables nearby, many of them on shaky stools, frequently shot him resentful glances. When Nikki and Vince sat down, these glances redirected their ire at them – the bastards coming in so late yet getting the good chairs! – but no verbal complaints were made. The benefit of dining with two pirates armed to the teeth, Vince almost chuckled. Holmes wasn’t a walking armory like Nikki, but didn’t make much effort to hide a pistol on his hip and a dagger on another either.

“Why’s your hair wet? You two had waste poured on you or something?” Holmes squinted when they neared the table. “Wait, no, you’re too clean for that. Was there a sudden rain that I inexplicably missed? Did you go swimming? Or worked up some sweat unloading cargo? No, Sixx, would never carry loads himself when he’s got a slave nearby. Nay, I can’t even imagine what you two were doing. Or maybe I can, but later, when I’m in private.” He flashed them a toothy grin. Vince pretended he hadn’t heard the last part.

“Done jeering?” Nikki scowled, plopping onto the chair. Vince lowered himself carefully onto his, as if it could crumple under him any minute. “We were in the bathhouse across the street.”

“Oh, there were no rooms at the inn?”

“You rascal,” Sixx said sweetly. “We were bathing. A thing you do in bathhouses, among others.”

“Now, that’s the most improbable guess of all I’ve made,” Holmes laughed. “For all I know, you’d rather suffocate on your own stench.”

“Lies and slander,” Nikki huffed indignantly.

“It was my request,” Vince said. He knew he’d have to pay for this later, but just couldn’t help it.

“Ha! I knew it!” Holmes banged his fist on the table. “He ain’t gonna let you fool anyone, right, Sixx?”

“Yeah,” Nikki said with an unnerving smile. Vince only saw a glimpse of his hand in the air when a slap on the cheek burned his skin and sent his head swaying.

“Damn, Sixx,” he heard Holmes sighing, “keep your disciplinary process behind closed doors, won’t you?”

“Won’t work with this one. He’ll behave only if he knows he can get his ass kicked whenever and wherever.”

“From my experience, all stick and no carrot never made any slave more docile.”

“Well, then your experience is clearly limited. Now, I thought I came here to get pissed, not lectured.”

“Very well.” Holmes leaned onto the back of his chair. “Hope you’re right about this. Hey, waitress! Over here! Whatcha gonna have?”

“They got any wine?” Nikki picked up a crust of bread from a plate at the center of the table and carefully bit it. He could as well gnaw on the table itself, Vince understood from his expression.

“Wine? For you?” Holmes raised an eyebrow, but Nikki’s face remained serious, so he chose not to continue with a joke he clearly had in mind. “Sometimes, when there are shipments. You can never count on it, though. A Dutch ship docked here a couple weeks ago, so I reckon they still may’ve got some left.”

“I shall have some then. Sure hope it’s not that sparkling shit the French keep pushing. I don’t want any air in my wine.” Nikki dropped the crust back onto the plate with disgust on his face. Vince last ate in the morning, and with every passing minute the crust looked more and more alluring. He hadn’t fallen so low, though – for now.

“You’re being unfair to the French.” Holmes laughed. “They hate it as much as you do. It’s the English who you should berate. You an Englishman, Vinnie?” He suddenly turned to Vince.

“I-“ Vince began, but Nikki didn’t let him finish.

“That don’t matter, Chris. He ain’t got no home anymore besides the Shout.” Nikki appeared nonchalant, but Vince could see his body tense up like a taut string.

Holmes, smiling placidly, didn’t seem to notice anything. “That’s what I tell all my slaves too. The past is in the past. It’s the present you should think about. Ya hear me, Vinnie?”

Vince didn’t reply, his throat tightening.

“You should do that too. It’ll make life easier for both you and your master. Oh, at last! It’s only been a whole day!” He lashed at the waitress that shuffled to their table, a thin, tired woman, the silver in whose hair didn’t match the still youthful face. She withstood the attack with indifference of a rock, making Vince a little bit envious of her thick skin. That’s probably what spending one’s days and nights surrounded by crude, vulgar men could do to anyone, more so to a woman.

Nikki ordered his wine, and Holmes brandy. Vince watched them detachedly, nursing his burning cheek. He had already realised that the combination of the collar and ragged clothes on him were the reason people here pointedly ignored him, addressing only Nikki, so Vince didn’t expect the waitress to turn to him after she took the orders. She did, though.

“And you? The blond fella? Whatcha gonna have?”

It took Vince a couple of seconds to understand that she was talking to him. She was probably just too tired to figure it out, much less to notice what her question did to Vince, but if he had any money, he would tip her twice her wage.

He looked questioningly at Nikki, who after a short hesitation nodded. Vince didn’t expect this part to be over so fast, moreso with such an outcome, which was why the next one - choosing the drink – took him an embarrassingly long amount of time. One part of him wanted to get so drunk that he would pass out and lie uncaring and senseless through whatever debt Nikki would want him to return. Another still buzzed annoyingly in the back of his mind, if you want to escape you need your mind unclouded by spirits. Wouldn’t Nikki get suspicious if he refused to drink, though? Maybe he could pour the drink out while no one was looking?

“Rum,” he finally said when the pause stretched for too long. He’d never tried it, might as well get a taste of this lowly drunkard experience. He was living on a lowly drunkard ship now, after all.

“Oh, he’s really in it now!” Chris laughed, and his laughter spread like contagion to the Shout crew, shaking the walls of the small pub. Other clients didn’t seem to like that much, frowning and murmuring disapprovingly, but didn’t yet dare to protest out loud. “A bottle of rum and a mug for the pretty boy!”

“I don’t need a whole bottle-“ Vince protested, but nobody listened to him anymore – nobody except Nikki, whose sharp gaze almost clawed into him when their eyes met. Damn, he was certainly suspecting something. Now, if Vince didn’t drink the whole bottle, he’d grow wary.

The tired waitress brought them their drinks, flung the mugs and the shots on the table so forcefully Nikki’s wine and Holmes’ brandy splashed over the rim of their mugs, slapped Chris’s hand off her butt and left. The bottle in front of Vince was made of dark, foggy glass, the darker liquid inside it barely visible. The bottle was smaller than he feared, though. He always handled alcohol pretty well, and the dark glass obscured the amount of liquid inside, possible to determine only by putting it against a light. Maybe he could still pull it off?

“Well, for the meeting!” Chris toasted, clinking his mug against Nikki’s. Then both looked at Vince expectingly. Vince hurried to pour some rum into his mug (only hoping its taste would mask whatever was in there before) and clinked it against theirs awkwardly, acutely sensing that they only permitted him to do so as long as this fickle illusion of their equality amused them. Then Holmes sucked in nearly half of his brandy at once, and Nikki took a few gulps of his wine – such a sophisticated drink wasted in such an inelegant manner, Vince shuddered. Not wanting to attract even more of captain’s suspicion, he followed suit and took a big sip of his rum.

Oh, that was a mistake. The liquid, somehow both sickly sweet and bitter, burned its way down his mouth and throat, making him grimace and cough. The room again roared with laughter.

“Our princess isn’t used to strong spirits!” someone shouted. Vince’s cheeks began to burn. God, why was he always so easy to turn red?

Embarrassment and alcohol got to his head then, he later figured, shame and anger muddling his rationality. For a moment, the hurt and humiliation of the insults overpowered his desire for freedom, and he upended the mug into his mouth and swallowed the rum in two forceful gulps.

His mouth burned, but there was no water in sight to wash down the disgusting taste. As the rum dissolved the remains of Vince’s dignity, the lonely crust of bread finally served its purpose, like an old, wrinkly hooker finding a client desperate enough. It tasted just as stale as it looked.

“Wow, look at that,” Nikki grinned. “How ya feeling?”

“Very well,” Vince exhaled, trying not to break a tooth on the crust. “Don’t feel anything.”

“For now,” Nikki nodded condescendingly. “Just you try to go take a piss.”

“And what’s gonna ha- oh, shit.” Vince clutched the table to stay up after he so recklessly sprang onto his feet. His mind was still clear, but his legs liberated themselves from his tyranny and now were doing their own thing, which didn’t coincide with Vince’s intentions. “It all went into my legs.”

“First time’s always like this.”

“I have drunk before.”

“Well, that’s no wine or sherry or whatever you used to drink in your villa. Its purpose is to knock you off your feet as quick as possible. Because you don’t wanna drink more of this shit than necessary.”

“It does taste like shit,” Vince nodded, his mouth still burning, and dropped back onto the chair. Time seemed to slip between his fingers, and he could only watch it run out. Maybe the spirit would clear out just as fast as it hit?

“More?” Chris pointed at the bottle, still perceptibly half-full. “Or maybe you’d like something lighter, like we unassuming folk here?”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Being the most sober person in the room is no fun, you know.”

“I’ll manage.”

“He’s a delight to have in the crew, I see.” Chris told Nikki, smiling sarcastically.

“Absolutely. You haven’t heard his best yet – not in his element today, it seems. He’s usually much bolder. I would have taught him how to talk to his seniors if I didn’t enjoy it so much. He’s like a small dog barking at dogs ten times its size.”

“Small dogs also bite.”

“Yeah, he tried.” Nikki rolled up his sleeve and showed Holmes the cut Vince dealt him in the first fight. It had already closed, though the edges were still red and inflamed. Hoping that Nikki would die of infection was too unrealistic even for Vince, though. “I was impressed, really – that was a close hit, almost cut open my axillary. Too bad it got me angry.”

Rage sparked inside Vince’s chest. They talked about him like he wasn’t there – no, worse, like he was an animal or an object, and to them, he probably was. He wanted to bang on the table and scream, I’m still here, bastards, but they would laugh at him at best and grow angry at worst.

“I won’t listen to this anymore,” he said through gritted teeth and rose from the table. Not quickly enough, unfortunately - Nikki caught him by the sleeve and pulled him back onto the chair.

“Nobody’s asking your opinion, slave,” he grinned unpleasantly. “You stay here as long as I do.”

Vince bit his lip, a bitter retort lingering on his tongue. His snarky comebacks were the only revenge he still could enact, but if Nikki enjoyed them, he wouldn’t give him that pleasure. The problem was, his tongue was often quicker than his thought.

Nikki and Holmes, meanwhile, had finished their drinks and craved more.

“Hey! Waitress!” Nikki waved his hand in the air, but the waitress, who shortly before went into the back room, didn’t answer his call. “Where’s this bitch? Were she my employee, I’d already had her flogged. Vinnie, go fetch her.”

“You sure would,” Vince murmured under his breath.

“What did you just say?” Nikki inquired sharply.

“I said,” Vince raised his voice, rum stirring boldness inside him he’s been suppressing the whole day, “my legs won’t let me, remember?

“That’s definitely not what you said.”

“Maybe you misheard.” Vince smiled into Nikki’s frowning face. Holmes stifled a laugh.

Nikki narrowed his eyes, eyeing Vince for a while, counting pros and cons of lashing out. The cons seemed to have won, because he exhaled and leaned back onto his chair.

“Maybe I did,” he said with a one-sided smile. “Anyway, you heard me. Go fetch the waitress. And don’t you veer off somewhere I can’t see you.”

“If I fall down halfway, I deflect all the blame,” Vince dropped, rising from his chair. He didn’t catch Nikki’s reply – maybe he didn’t reply at all. This would have alarmed him were it not for the rum.

Vince staggered between the tables, leaning on chairs and sometimes on someone’s shoulders, eliciting angry cries from their owners, though the offence wasn’t considered serious enough to warrant use of force. He peered into the back room and found the waitress there, leaning onto the counter, staring at the wall with empty eyes. For some reason, a shiver went down his spine.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said into her back, “my… companions there would like a refill.”

She turned to him quickly, startled, and eyed him warily from head to toes. Then recognition appeared in her eyes.

“Of course,” she said, making an effort to smile. “What did they have?”

“Brandy and wine.”

“Very well. And you?”

“Nothing, thanks.”

“All right. Tell your companions I’ll be back in a moment.”

She disappeared behind a small door in the other corner of the room, probably leading to the cellar. Vince backed away a bit – look at me, Nikki, I’m behaving, I’m keeping in your sight – and leaned onto the counter. Being away from crude jokes and sleazy glances of the pirates felt nice-

A slap so strong landed on his ass that it rang throughout the entire pub. God, why couldn’t Nikki leave him alone just for a second…

“What’s a pretty lass like you doing in the place like this?“ leered some sailor, long-bearded, bald and reeking of cheap beer. When Vince turned to him, sporting his two-day stubble, his mouth fell open.

“You’re- you’re-“ the man didn’t get to finish, because Vince punched him right in the face. It was a vile thing to do – the fella just made a mistake, after all – but Vince was so wrought up from the constant mocking and taunting that this was the last straw.

Rum led his fist astray, the punch landing on the cheekbone instead of swiftly breaking the nose like it did in his good days. The sailor wavered on wobbly legs but kept his balance. His face flushed red with anger.

“You fucker!” he grunted, throwing a punch at Vince. Vince leapt back to dodge the hit, but his legs betrayed him at the worst moment possible – he’ll never drink this foul substance again, god damn it -  and he had to clutch onto the counter to stay upright. The man used this moment of weakness to grab him by the collar of his shirt. The sound of fabric tearing reached Vince’s ears, although the collar held on so far. Mick would hardly lend him another shirt, a thought flashed through his mind.

Vince pulled the sailor’s beard as hard as he could. The man yelped in pain and planted a punch under his eye. Vince couldn’t dodge, his collar in an iron-like grip, and white exploded in front of his left eye, pain shooting through his skull. His head fell back, and the guy kicked him in the stomach, pushing the air out of his lungs.

His grip suddenly weakened, then released Vince entirely. He staggered back and would have fallen down if not for someone’s arms propping him up in the back. A mop of black hair flashed past his seeing eye, and then he heard the sailor’s nose crack.

“Hey, you all right?” he heard a familiar voice. It took him a few seconds to recognize that it was Holmes holding him by the shoulders. He didn’t answer - he was listening to the sailor’s pained cries as Nikki rammed his fists into his face until he was gurgling on his blood and spitting out his teeth. And when Nikki let go of the guy, letting him slide down the counter lifelessly onto the floor, and turned to Vince and Chris, his face was so distorted by rage Vince shuddered. The next second it smoothened out, but the vision stayed in front of Vince’s eyes for the rest of the night.

He grinned – no, bared his teeth, so much like a panther Vince almost expected him to growl – and, not sparing Vince another look, headed back to their table. From there they then heard a cry of a poor bastard that wanted to steal their chairs. The crew cheered and raised their mugs for a toast.

The bald sailor lay on the floor bloodied and beaten, his face a single enormous bruise, his chest rising and falling heavily. The bartender looked him over with a frown, then called his errand boys (probably his sons – same heavy jaw, same droopy eyes) and they promptly grabbed a leg each and dragged the sailor out.

On wobbly legs Vince returned to their table and sank onto the chair, avoiding looking at Nikki. The captain sat there sipping wine – the waitress must have brought it during the fight - with an indifferent expression, but Vince could see he was pleased as a cat that snatched a fish off a table.

“He almost knocked you out,” he taunted. “D’ya ever think before fighting a fella twice your weight?”

“I could handle him just fine,” Vince murmured and pressed the cold rum bottle to his throbbing eye. The pain lessened somewhat. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“Because he would have kicked your ass,” Nikki dismissed him confidently. “And I ain’t gonna drag your body to the ship on my back. I saved your ass, and this is what I get! And then you act all offended that I’m so harsh with you. Your manners leave a lot to be desired.”

“Vinnie, it’s clear he’s expecting a thank you kiss,” Holmes laughed. “Or maybe something more upon your return. Look at that face - not a single pristine thought behind these eyes.”

Nikki snickered shamelessly. Vince felt sick to the stomach.

“I have to visit the latrine,” he murmured, dropped the bottle onto the table, got up and stumbled to the door, holding onto the tables on his way. His mind was crystal clear, but his body was still under the influence of the spirit, although less so after the beating- fight, he meant fight. He expected Nikki to follow him, but he only followed him with his eyes – Vince could feel it burn holes in his back.

There was a barrel with water outside, next to the door. Vince drank from it hungrily, then washed his face. The water dripping back into the barrel was pink. Vince carefully examined the damage with the tips of his fingers. His nose wasn’t broken, and his eye could still see, although it was hard to open because the skin around it began to swell. There’ll be an ugly bruise for a while, but no permanent damage, hopefully.

He looked around, but people in this part of the street were few and far between – everybody who wanted to go to the pub already got there. The latrine – a wooden outhouse with a smell so malodorous Vince had to convince himself to breathe around it – looked exceptionally uninviting. Vince decided he would rather take a leak onto the bar wall in front of the whole street, which he promptly did. Judging by the typical stains on the walls, he was far from being the only one to resolve so. Unexpectedly, he remembered his governess, a woman of great knowledge and manners and little to no sense of humor. She probably would faint were she to see him right now: dressed in a torn shirt with bloodstains on it and dirty breeches, barefoot and collared, hair loose and disheveled, face cut and bruised, pissing on a wall outside a port bar. Here, though, nobody spared him more than a passing glance: he matched the surroundings really well.

And if he just walked away, nobody would spare him a second thought as well.

Vince pulled his breeches up, buttoned them with trembling fingers, washed his hands in the barrel, wiped them on his shirt, looked around sneakily and darted into a dark alley behind the bar.

#nikki sixx #vince neil #vinikki #motley crue #pirate au #motley crue fanfiction #yknow i. really feel better now. with the meds and all. #i have more energy and spring is coming which means the seasonal part of my depression is off for now #but idk how it will affect this fic. i used to write it to express my anguish through it. now i have little to no of it left #i still have like 16k of unedited writing in my document so maybe that will tide you over until next fall #but i also itch to write something original. so maybe i'll be doing that #in darkness shall you be reborn

[bullet-prooflove]

Chasing Fires - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek: Chapter One

Brian Zvonecek has spent most of his adult life fighting fires, now it's time to chase one.

Follows on from Million Reasons but is a stand alone fic.

Tagging @orileyfiction for all her help and support! Also @me-ladie for being the wonderful person she is and betaing.

Molly’s was busy for a Thursday night. The bar was a beautiful little hole in the wall; with a stunning antique door and an atmosphere that made Detective Katrina Thompson feel right at home. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling casting a magical, ambident glow over the patrons as they drank. There was the usual mix tonight, firefighters, medical personnel and a couple of cops littering the bar. The place was a deemed a safe haven for those who interacted with the general public.

Her gaze came to rest on the bartender at the opposite end of the bar, that genial smile on his handsome features as he served up two long island ice teas to a leggy redhead and a buxom brunette.

“You should tell him how you feel,” Detective Antonio Dawson told her, shifting slightly on his bar stool as he sipped from a glass of club soda. “I’ve seen the guys you ‘date’ and trust me, Otis would be a big step up.”

Kat rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her partner.

“It’s sickening. You moon over him, he moons over you but the two of you are too stubborn to do anything about it,” Antonio drained the rest before setting it back down on the bar. “It’s the type of shit romance movies are made of.”

“You’re just so bloody funny,” Kat snarked, smacking him with the back of her hands. “We can’t all be blissfully married.”

“Speaking of which…” Antonio clicked the button on his phone so that the screen lit up. “Maggie’s getting off shift soon and I promised to meet her. You good?”

“Sure,” Kat said, holding up her glass of bourbon, ice cubes clacking together as she swirled it. “I’m just gonna finish this before I head home.”

Antonio’s hand clasped her shoulder with a force that almost left her choking on her drink before he cupped his hand around his mouth and hollered across the bar.

“Otis!” he called out before jabbing his finger at her. “Make sure Kat gets home safe.”

Brian raised his hand in acknowledgement before filling a glass with ice and using the tap to fill it.

“You are such an asshole,” Kat told Antonio, who simply smirked as he shrugged his shoulders.

“You can thank me later,” Antonio said, picking his phone and keys up off the bar before heading towards the door.

He was an asshole; he was also the best partner she’d ever had.

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It was cold in the courtyard behind Molly’s, cold enough for Kat to fasten her navy-blue quilted jacket all the way up to her throat as she lit the cigarette that was hanging between her lips.

Beside her Brian leaned against the wall of the bar, watching the smoke circles he had blown drift off into the cool breeze.

“You wanna talk about it?” Kat asked him as he took another drag of the cigarette, the smoke bellowing out of his nose.

“Got nothing to talk about,” He stated, alternating back to smoke rings.

The left side of her mouth quirked up as she angled her body to face him.

“Liar.”

He shrugged his shoulder in response, his gaze still focusing on the spirals wisping from his cigarette.

“Are you getting any sleep?” She asked him, taking in the deep purple shadows underneath those whiskey-coloured eyes. He’d been working most evenings at Molly’s every time he wasn’t on shift for the firehouse, she couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a day off.

“Some.”

“Snatching a nap between shifts doesn’t count.” She told him, studying the profile of his face as he dropped the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it underneath his shoe. “You talking to anyone?”

“If I do that it goes on my record, and no one wants a firefighter who can’t keep his shit together.” He removing another cigarette from the pack and tapping the end against the cardboard.

“If you don’t do it, you’re the guy who crashes the fire truck because he fell asleep at the wheel.” She pointed out with a ruthlessness she refused to curb.

“Jesus.” He muttered, leaning his head back against the wall and raising his eyes skyward. “You’re a fucking ray of sunshine, you know that?”

“Go private.” She advised, letting the smoke fill up her lungs before she exhaled slowly. “I know Doctor Charles makes a few exceptions.”

Brian looked at her then, really looked at her. The intensity of his gaze was disconcerting. She didn’t want him to look at her like she was broken, to slip underneath the mask and see the damage that resided under there.

He looked at her then, really looked at her. She said nothing focusing on the cigarette and blowing

“You think you’re the only one that’s ever needed a little bit of help?” She said wryly.

“Did it help?” He asked her thoughtfully, tapping out a rhythm on the box that as he toyed with cigarette.

“I’m still here,” she reminded him.

“Was it that bad?” He asked her quietly.

Kat thought about that time, the one where she stood on the bridge and looked down at the river swirling underneath her feet. She remembered thinking how good it would feel to simply step into the water and get swept away with the tide. After Eve she had been drowning anyway. However, something pulled her back, she knew now that it was rage, the knowing that if she didn’t do something that no one else would. It had smouldered deep down inside of her, simmering like coal in a fireplace as it burned white hot.

“Once.” She told Brian, tilting her head to scrutinize him. “Is it getting that way?”

Brian paused, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he ran a hand across his jaw. He pored over his last few shifts, then the weeks, the months, the years. He couldn’t pinpoint when this feeling had started, when he’d started to suffocate. He just knew there were days when it felt like he couldn’t breathe, that he would be crushed underneath the weight he carried, that he would choke and die in the wreckage of his own mind. He wanted to lie to reassure her, but Kat was the one person he couldn’t lie to. She saw through him in the way that others didn’t. He knew she was handing him a lifeline, a way to talk without delving into the problem itself and he appreciated that more than he cared to admit because it was still all too raw. He felt like his skin was being flayed off every time he thought about it.

“It might do.” He conceded.

“You taking more risks?” She asked him.

Was he? He wasn’t sure anymore. He thought about the last close call he’d had, when that beam had fallen down and knocked him on his ass. As he lay on the floor watching the fire cascade across the ceiling, he debated simply giving up the fight. If he died in the fire, it would all be over, he would have died a hero, he wouldn’t have to battle against the demons that ate him up inside. Then he thought of the guys back at the firehouse. Of Cruz who would be broken apart by the loss, of his family, and finally he thought of Kat. Kat and that dynamic smile of hers, Kat and the things he’s never got to say.

“Maybe.” He admitted as the realisation dawned on him.

There was silence between the two of them as he absorbed that information. The knowledge was jarring, chaotic and smashing through everything he thought he knew about himself.

“Look,” Kat began, her eyes meeting his as she reached out and clasped his hand.

Her fingers were freezing, they dug into the flesh of his hand dragging him back to the present with such a bump it startled him.

“If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me.”

There was an earnestness in her eyes, and something else underneath that he couldn’t interpret. Right now, he didn’t have the energy to try, that numbness was filling him all over again. He recognized it this time, the icy tendrils seeping under his skin, digging its claws into his head. He needed help because at some point, he wasn’t going to get back up, he was just going to sit down and let the whole world burn.

“Alright.” He said softly, putting that cigarette back into the packet. “I’ll give Doctor Charles a call tomorrow.”

#brian otis zvonecek #brian zvonecek #brian otis zvonecek imagine #otis #otis chicago fire #one chicago #chicago fire

[torchickentacos]

you're a swiftie, right? pokeani characters as taylor swift lyrics? or ships?

Ok, I went with ships (though I could write an essay on why Drew's song would be The Archer and why Misty’s would be Who I’ve Always Been), and I tried to include all the ones I could think of, whether they're my thing or not! Little bit for everyone, you know?If anyone wants my reasoning and analysis of WHY I chose songs or lyrics PLEASE ENABLE ME. I am but a deer tick in the long grass waiting for an unsuspecting victim to brush past and enable autism mode for me. This is no order at all, just random tbh. I chose the most relevant lyrics. Sometimes that’s three lines. Sometimes it’s half the song. The more or less lyrics does not equate to my opinion on the ship, some just felt more fitting than others. I know I’m missing stuff, lmk if you want me to do one that isn’t here. Anyways, let's get into it! This is hella long by the way.

Appealshipping (Dawn x Zoey)- Seven (sapphic bop idgaf argue with the wall)

“Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won’t tell no other”

“Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to saturn

Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long”

Gary x Tracey (Oakshipping? Is that it?)- Welcome Distraction (unreleased, on youtube)

Love’s a little messy and you are too, right now I’m scared of the both of you

-skipped lyrics-

You’re the last thing I needed today

And I don’t know where I lost control and couldn’t take it any longer,

It must have been somewhere between your smile and the way you say my name

And I can’t win, so I give in, the more I fight it just gets stronger

You’re an inconvenient kind of satisfaction, a welcome distraction

Gone and spilled my coffee trying to get to the phone, cause it might be you, you just never know 

Can’t talk to my friends without you coming up, it’s even kinda cute the way you cuss 

I wrote your name down a hundred thousand times, ‘cause it looks so good right next to mine 

You’re the last thing I needed tonight

Palletshipping (Ash x Gary)- A few very good options but I settled on Paper Rings (almost chose King of my Heart though) (also almost chose Tim McGraw because of the lake imagery and lakes seem to be their thing, from what I’ve gathered from my mutuals)

The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met 

I went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed

The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and Mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once because you know I’ve had a long night

Kiss me twice because it’s gonna be alright

Three times, cause I’ve waited my whole life

I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings

Darlin’, you’re the one I want

And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

You’re the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams, you’re the one I want

Satogou (Ash x Goh)- It’s Nice to Have a Friend

School bell rings, walk me home

Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

Lost my gloves, you give me one 

‘Wanna hang out?’ ‘Yeah, sounds like fun’

Video games, you pass me a note, sleeping in tents, it’s nice to have a friend

Light pink sky, up on the roof

Sun sinks down, no curfew

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, it’s nice to have a friend

Church bells ring, carry me home

Rice on the ground looks like snow 

Call my bluff, call you babe

Have my back? Yeah, everyday 

Feels like home, stay in bed the whole weekend-it’s nice to have a friend

Shigegou (Gary x Goh)- Cowboy Like Me

“You asked me to dance, but I said ‘dancing is a dangerous game’

Oh, I thought, this is gonna be one of those things

Now I know I’m never gonna love again

I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one- you’re a cowboy like me

-skipped lines-

Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon

With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con

Shigesatogou (Ash x Gary x Goh)- Jump Then Fall

I like the way you sound in the morning, we’re on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

I like the way I can’t keep my focus, I watch you talk, you didn’t notice

I hear the words, but all I can think is ‘we should be together’

Every time you smile, I smile and everytime you shine, I’ll shine for you

Woah, i’m feeling you, baby

Don’t be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me 

Baby, I’m never gonna leave you Say that you wanna be with me, too

‘Cause I’mma stay through it all, so jump then fall

A rarepair/crackship for you all (I think two of you like it and follow me? I can vibe with it ngl)- Farawayshipping (May x Paul)- Ours

Elevator buttons and morning air

Stranger’s silence makes me want to take the stairs

If you were here, we’d laugh about their vacant stares

But right now, my time is theirs

Seems like there’s always someone who dissaproves

They’ll judge us like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury’s out, but my choice is you

So don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard

The stakes are high The water’s rough

But this love is ours

You never know what people have up their sleeves

Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me?

-skipped lines-

And it’s not theirs to speculate if it’s wrong, and 

Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong

-skipped lines-

I love the gap between your teeth, and I love the riddles that you speak

And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored (you know Norman would HATE Paul)

Because my heart is yours 

Pumpkinspiceshipping (Caroline x Delia)- Cornelia Street (specifically the Paris live acoustic though. Trust me.) (considered her cover of September by Earth, Wind, and Fire but that’s technically not a Taylor Swift song. Also people seem to hate that cover which makes me sad.)

We were in the backseat, drunk on something stronger than the drinks at the bar

‘I rent a place on Cornelia Street’, I say casually in the car

We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go

As if the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead, leading us home

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again 

Windows flung right open, Autumn air, jacket ‘round my shoulders is yours

We bless the rains on Cornelia Street, memorize the creaks in the floors

-skipped lines-

You hold my hand on the street, walk me back to that apartment-years ago, we were just inside

Barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings that became my religion

Pokeshipping (Ash x Misty)- Invisible String

“Time, curious time, gives me the blues and then purple-pink skies

Were there clues I didn’t see?

And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

Egoshipping (Misty x Gary)- Gorgeous

“You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

-skipped lines-

You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much

-skipped lines-

And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You’re gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you

You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

If you got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her

But if you’re single, that’s honestly worse”

Ikarishipping (Paul x Dawn) (angsty. Sorry Ikarishippers who like fluff, but I don’t think there’s a ton of you here tbh so like we’re good) (I’m hella picky about Ikarishipping in general but this song fits imo. For a ship I don’t care for I have hella opinions on it apparently)

Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? 

Let all your damage damage me? Carry your baggage up my street?

Make me your future history? It’s time

We’ve come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face

You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody

Is it insensitive for me to say, ‘get your shit together so I can love you’?

Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?

I tapped on your window on your darkest night, the shape of you was jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles ‘cause you hate yourself, but do you know you’re demolishing me?

But then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave

-

And if I would have known how sharp the pieces were you’d crumbled into, I might have let them lay

Contestshipping- was stuck between like 15 songs because y’all know how I am about these two but I eventually landed on Treacherous. Almost chose Mine or Sparks Fly though. Still waiting for ethically sourced Speak Now. 

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch

Out of focus, eye to eye- until the gravity’s too much

And I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands- and I’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous-and I like it

I can’t decide if it’s a choice, getting swept away

I hear the sound of my own voice, asking you to stay

And all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

-chorus-

Two headlights shine through the sleepless nights and I will get you alone-your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive

This hope is treacherous

This daydream is dangerous

This hope is treacherous 

I like it

Ok ash/pokegirl ships are all down here since honestly except for my one pokeshipper friend I think most of you guys don’t care for these tbh highkey same but I can still appreciate and assign them a vibe. I don’t like cool ranch doritos but I’ll still eat them, you know?

Advanceshipping- I’d Lie (unreleased, which is a crime, it’s on youtube and better be on debut taylor’s version)

I don’t think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me

He tells me about his night, and I count the colors in his eyes

He’ll never fall in love, he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair

I’m laughin’ cause I hope he’s wrong

And I don’t think it ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke, I fake a smile

-skipped-

He stands there then walks away, my god, if I could only say ‘I’m holding every breath for you’

Pearlshipping- Tim McGraw. Idk I don’t really get pearlshipping that much but I think the vibes are there with this song????? 

He said the way my blue eyes shined put those georgia stars to shame that night

I said, ‘that’s a lie’

Just a boy in a chevy truck that had a tendency of getting stuck on backroads at night

And I was right there beside him, all summer long

Negaishipping- ‘Til Brad Pitt Comes Along (unreleased but I think it sums them up perfectly, even platonically)

Do you remember the day I leaned up against your car? And it started rolling down the street

You screamed and ran after it and tried to open the door and it ran over your foot and I was too busy laughing on the ground to see it

-skipped-

Do you remember the time we watched Carrie and you said it reminded you of me?

And I threw the remote at you and you said, ‘my point exactly’

-skipped-

You call me lucky ‘cause I lose everything, but I swear I’d be careful with it if you gave me a ring

Amourshipping, which. no comment-Your Anything

I could be your favorite blue jeans with the holes in the knees in the middle of the top drawer

I could be a little beauty queen, just a little out of reach, or the girl living next door

I’ll be your angel giving up her wings, if that’s what you need, I’ll give anything to be your anything

#ignoring the fact that 'you're a swiftie' is fighting words #/j #now tell me why I had fun analyzing ikarishipping for this #like I think it's a ship usually done poorly but there's some good fucking angst potential there #yall have no idea how many songs I had to whittle through to decide on contestshipping #SO MANY #I almost went with dancing wiht our hands tied #but figured that my interperetation of it for contest was too in-my-own-head #That song is actually what inspired morning after melancholy for me #I wrote that fic in like. three sittings over the span of ten hours with that song and so it oges on repeat #reputation is SO GOOD for when I want to lean into a more secretive relationship sort of thing #rep is one of my favorite albums of all time ngl #do I really want to tag all of these? #sigh i guess so #taylor's tag #appealshipping #oakshipping #hoping that's the right name for that and not a petalburgshipping situation because ick #palletshipping #shigegou #shigesatogou #farawayshipping #pumpkinspiceshipping #pokeshipping #egoshipping #ikarishipping #contestshipping #advanceshipping #pearlshipping #satogou

[teecupangel]

Hi there!! I haven’t been in reading ac fic for a few months (I got very burned out, and I had low spoons and the only thing my brain could concentrate on was my fav movie, Tron: Legacy, so I watched that 20 times and then went through the Entire Ao3 Tag, front to back, back to front, I think I’ve read all of it at this point), but!! Today I started to slowly get caught up on your fics. I am now up to date on Eagle of Alamut and absolutely I am in love with it so so so much. I just. Ugh. Everything about it is so good. (I also love that you have it tagged as probably not a slow burn and it’s 60k+ and they haven’t met yet lmao. It’s a slow burn, but not because they are dancing around each other but cause they haven’t met yet lmaoooo).

I then read The Assassin, The Ghost, and The Heir, which was. Really good lol. I haven’t played GoT yet (I want to tho), and so I think the characters where a bit hard to follow for me personally, but I love all the moments with Darim and Desmond, and I loved Darim’s pov a lot.

And I’m probably gonna put Beloved Moon on my kindle to read, tomorrow?? Or maybe tonight who knows, I am in a reading mood, and my insomnia has been acting up so I’d probably have an update for you at like. 3 am lmao. (You might not remember me, but I was that anon who read The King, and the entirety of fiat mihi in one day, back before it had Altair’s pov chapter. So yeah. I read Fast. Oof).

I am, right now tho, rereading The Second cause it’s one of my all time favorite fics ever. And then I might reread Project Eurydice, cause those are also some of my favorites of all time, lol. A lot of your fics are on my favorites list 😅🥰

Ahhh, anyway, all this to say thank you for making such amazing fics!! I love them all so much, my favorite trope is time travel fix it, and you always do it so well <3 <3 <3 I’m also just giddy that my dumb adhd brain is letting me read AC fic again, and I guess I wanted to share, oof. Sorry for rambling at you, and I hope your week goes well!! 🖤🖤🖤

I’m glad you’re feeling better and please focus on your health first. My fics will always be there for you whenever you feel it. :)

Oh man, the ‘slow burn’ in Eagle of Alamut. Yeeeeaahhh… I’ve had comments about how it should count as a slow burn already. XD

I still remember I read one that was like: ‘this is hardcore slow burn, other slow burns wish they were this slow, and slow burn goals’ and I’m like “It’s… I mean… it’s not like I’m sure yet just how fast and how hard Altaïr is gonna fall in this one but… uuuhhh…”

I promise, if it takes a while for Altaïr to fall, I’ll change the tag to “holy shit it is slow burn i’m so sorry” XD

(But, teecup, when will Altaïr appear?) Uuuhhh… I might… be planning to do it… in a specific special date? Maaayybbeeee???

I’m glad you enjoyed The Assassin, The Ghost, and The Heir, I really enjoyed writing Darim’s POV and his interactions with Desmond (if you can, you should play GoT. It’s a really good game… although I don’t have any leg to stand on with my opinion since I grew up watching Kurosawa Akira films so the bias is definitely there. Even the PS4 version is so beautiful. If you can’t though, watching let’s play with or without comments is an alternative you can look into :) It’s very old timey samurai movie vibe).

Oh man, then I hope you enjoy quickly reading all the fics you haven’t read yet, hahahaha.

Aaawww, I’m so happy to read that and it always makes me smile knowing you guys reread the fics I write. The Second is probably one of my personal favorite Yew Branches but that’s mainly because it’s the first one I wrote and I had so much fun writing Desmond getting such a loving family. (Also, I’m a sucker for Darim and Desmond interactions of any kind XD)

Oh, man. Project Eurydice. Ngl, Old Master is still one of my favs mainly because it’s a 50k fic all posted in one chapter and it’s the only fic that AO3 was like “hey, dude, I know you’re trying to update but I can’t, there’s too much, you’ll be seeing this error-try again later page a lot, sorry, man”. It’s the main reason why any fics that exceed 30k get the multichapter fic treatment. (sometimes, I do still think if it should be better if I edit it to be multichaptered instead). I had hoped to write a new fic set on that one around Ratonhnhaké:ton’s birthday but April was… well… March and April were not cooperating with me this year. Maybe some other time. We’ll see XD

Feel free to ramble all you want here in my ask box or even in AO3. I always try to answer them with a bit of a ramble of my own XD

#ask and answer #no but seriously #i made a promise to myself never to delete any fics #even if i am no longer in that fandom or i don’t like it anymore #because they might become my dark history but they are my history nonetheless

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Movie quote match-up

Question: 1. “It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”

CC. Sheriff Stanton 

2. “I’m a mouse, duh.”

K. Daphne 

3. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick.”

P. Harlow  

4. “You can’t kill the boogeyman!”

O. Grace 

5. “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.”

L. Dodge 

6. “I’m a ghost with the most, babe.”

C. Alice 

7. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”

B. Alexis 

8. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.”

AA. Ryker 

9. “I am the pumpkin king.”

T. Mayor Edwards 

10. “It’s showtime.”

Y. Raleigh 

11. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?”

H. Calla  

12. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”

F. Bowie  

13. “What an excellent day for an exorcism.”

N. Finn 

14. “Be afraid… Be very afraid.”

E. Aurora  

15. “I see dead people.”

Q. Hunter  

16. "Can I keep you?"

A. Adah  

17. "You are too precious for words, why I could just... eat you alive!"

W. Peyton 

18. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.”

U. Melanie 

19. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else."

D. Astrid 

20. “Go to hell!” “I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.”

J. Damien 

21. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!"

BB. Scott 

22. “Sometimes dead is better."

S. Maverick 

23. "Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us."

X. Presley 

24. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."

V. Novaleigh 

25. "We all go a little mad sometimes."

G. Braxton 

26. "Here's Johnny!"

M. Ezekiel 

27. "Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!"

Z. Rosslyn 

28. “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.”

EE. Vanessa 

29. "I know what you did last summer."

I. Catherine 

30. “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.”

FF. Zachary 

31. "I want to play a game."

R. Katharina 

32. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.”

DD. Teagan 

Match the Movie Quote

1. "It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”

N. Halloween

2. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”

C. Hocus Pocus

3. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.”

P. Hocus Pocus

4. “That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching."

R. 30 Days of Night

5. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!"

U. Halloween

6. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”

X. Dawn of the Dead

7. "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."

G. Silence of the Lambs

8. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

L. Scream

9. “Sometimes dead is better."

M. Pet Sematary

10. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.”

E. Jeepers Creepers

11. "What an excellent day for an exorcism."

D. The Exorcist

12. "Be afraid... Be very afraid."

B. The Fly

13. “Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead."

T. Pet Sematary

14. "He's gonna get you. The boogeyman is coming!"

W. Halloween

15. “Well, it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends."

I. Hocus Pocus

16. "I’m a ghost with the most, babe."

K. Beetlejuice

17. "It’s my party and I’ll die if I want do, die if I want to. You will die too, when it happens to you."

Q. Casper

18. "We’ve got to find Jack! There’s only 365 days left until next Halloween!"

A. The Nightmare Before Christmas

19. "The Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world."

J. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

20. "Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any."

F. Corpse Bride

21. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?”

O. Chucky [ Child’s Play ]

22. “I see dead people.”

H. The Sixth Sense

23. “I’m a mouse, duh.”

Y. Mean Girls

24. “I am the pumpkin king.”

V. The Nightmare Before Christmas

25. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.”

S. Beetlejuice

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Movie quote match-up.

1. “It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” R. Katharina 2. “I’m a mouse, duh.” X. Presley 3. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick.” E. Aurora 4. “You can’t kill the boogeyman!” K. Daphne 5. “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.” D. Astrid 6. “I’m a ghost with the most, babe.” S. Maverick 7. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” C. Alice 8. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” U. Melanie 9. “I am the pumpkin king.” BB. Scott 10. “It’s showtime.” H. Calla 11. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” Y. Raleigh 12. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” DD. Teagan 13. “What an excellent day for an exorcism.” G. Braxton 14. “Be afraid… Be very afraid.” EE. Vanessa 15. “I see dead people.” B. Alexis 16. "Can I keep you?" A. Adah 17. "You are too precious for words, why I could just... eat you alive!" Z. Rosslyn 18. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” AA. Ryker 19. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else." W. Peyton 20. “Go to hell!” “I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.” F. Bowie 21. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" N. Finn 22. “Sometimes dead is better." Q. Hunter 23. "Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us." FF. Zachary 24. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep." J. Damien 25. "We all go a little mad sometimes." P. Harlow 26. "Here's Johnny!" T. Mayor Edwards 27. "Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!" CC. Sheriff Stanton 28. “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.” V. Novaleigh 29. "I know what you did last summer." I. Catherine 30. “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.” O. Grace 31. "I want to play a game." L. Dodge 32. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” M. Ezekiel

Movie quote match-up.

1. "It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” N. Halloween 2. “Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!” C. Hocus Pocus 3. “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” I. Hocus Pocus 4. “That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching." R. 30 Days of Night 5. "You can’t kill the boogeyman!" W. Halloween 6. “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” X. Dawn of the Dead 7. "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." G. Silence of the Lambs 8. “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” L. Scream 9. “Sometimes dead is better." T. Pet Sematary 10. “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” E. Jeepers Creepers 11. "What an excellent day for an exorcism." D. The Exorcist 12. "Be afraid... Be very afraid." B. The Fly 13. “Today is thanksgiving day for cats. But only if they came back from the dead." M. Pet Sematary 14. "He's gonna get you. The boogeyman is coming!" U. Halloween 15. “Well, it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends." P. Hocus Pocus 16. "I’m a ghost with the most, babe." S. Beetlejuice 17. "It’s my party and I’ll die if I want do, die if I want to. You will die too, when it happens to you." Q. Casper 18. "We’ve got to find Jack! There’s only 365 days left until next Halloween!" V. The Nightmare Before Christmas 19. "The Great Pumpkin will rise out of the pumpkin patch. He flies through the air and brings toys to all the children of the world." J. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown 20. "Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any." F. Corpse Bride 21. “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” O. Chucky 22. “I see dead people.” H. The Sixth Sense 23. “I’m a mouse, duh.” Y. Mean Girls 24. “I am the pumpkin king.” A. The Nightmare Before Christmas 25. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.” K. Beetlejuice

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