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scarisd3ad · 7 months

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Promptober day 3 - trick or treating

Pairing - micheal afton x reader (romantic) + cc and Elizabeth afton x reader (platonic)

Warnings - n/a

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Buy me a coffee

both mike and reader are about 17.

"Mike just wear the hat" I whisper as I adjust the witch hat that sat on top of his head. "I look stupid" he mutters, I smile up at him as I take my left hand and press it against his cheek. "you'll be fine" I say softly before I lean in for a kiss. "y/n!" I quickly pull away and turn towards the direction that the high-pitched scream came from. I hear mike groan from behind me as I walk down the hallway towards where the scream had come from. "You alright Liz?" I ask as I turn into the bathroom to see Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror dressed in her sleeping beauty costume. she has her crown in her hands as she continues readjusting it on her head. "Help, I can't get it right" the 8-year-old mutters. I nod as I take the crown from her hands and stand behind her as I carefully place the crown on her head.

Lizzy smiles as she admires herself in the mirror "is that good Lizzy?" I ask and she nods rapidly. "Alright I'm gonna make sure your brother is keeping that hat on" I walk back out into the hallway and then down the hallway back into the living room. Evan is sat on the couch dressed in his custom-made Fred bear costume as he watched tv. I walk over to my boyfriend who has the witch hat in his hands now. I groan as I take it from his hands and place it onto his head. "Please wear it...for me?" I know Lizzy will be pissed if he doesn't wear it, I swear her mission in life is to humiliate her older brother. I lean in pressing a kiss to my boyfriend's lips muttering "please" against his lips before pulling away when I hear a groan from behind us. I turn around to see both children behind us. Lizzy has a disgusted look on her face while Evan looks unfazed. "you two are gross" Lizzy mutters. "Alright let's go come on" I say as I grab Evans hand and we all begin walking out the door.

we walk down the sidewalk letting the kids run down to each house and collect candy while we stood waiting for them. Evans way shyer than Lizzy so she has to hold his hand and practically drag him down to each house. I know Evan wants the candy he just doesn't want to talk to people who he doesn't know. mike looks miserable most of the time, and he has a valid reason why, his dad was always at work late leaving mike to play dad for his younger siblings, Mike is always running around doing things their father should be doing. he's always picking up the kids from school, helping with homework, taking Lizzy to ballet, or like today taking his siblings trick or treating. I started stepping in to help when I noticed that my boyfriend was always so tired that he fell asleep in 1rst period. this was an activity that William should be doing with his children, making memories and bonding with his children but instead he leaves it all to Mike. "Mike?" I whisper as he zones out. "Hm?" he mutters as he snaps out of it. I grab his hand and give it an affectionate squeeze. "let's go to the next house!" Lizzy says as she skips down towards us with Evan walking behind her. I grab Evans hand and then we continue down the sidewalk.

when we're about 2 blocks away from the Afton's house Evan looks up at me and mumbles "I'm tired." I stop letting mike and Lizzy walk ahead of Evan and I. "you wanna piggyback ride?" Evan yawns and nods so I kneel down letting Evan hop up on my back. I hold onto his legs as he leans his head onto my shoulder tiredly. about 20 minutes later Lizzy is also done so we walk back to their house.

when we get back both kids run off to get ready for bed leaving mike and I in the living room. he looks exhausted as he throws the witch hat onto the couch. "You alright mike?" I ask cocking my head to the side, he nods "just tired" he whispers as he rubs at his eyes. "Just tired of my dad's bullshit" he whispers. "y/n! can you read me a book" Lizzy shouts from her room.

I walk into mikes room after reading both kids stories and tucking them in. mike is sat on the edge of his bed with his head buried into his hands. "Mike?" I whisper as I walk into the dark room. his head lifts as he looks up at me with a weak smile on their face "you don't- you don't gotta act like their mom it's bad enough that I've gotta be their 'dad' y'know" he whispers, I shake my head. I might be 17 but I love those kids and it's not like I'm forcing myself to help I want to help. "I like spending time with them" I whisper as I sit next to him on his bed. I grab his hand squeezing it lightly "and I love spending time with you" I can see him smile which makes me happy. "I love you so much Micheal you know that right?" he bites his lip nervously before looking up at me, he smiles before lunging forward and pressing his lips onto mine. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and whisper "I love you so much" against his lips.

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#fanfics #x reader #mike afton #micheal afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #micheal afton x reader #mike afton x reader #micheal afton x fem!reader #crying child #Elizabeth afton #female!reader #fem!reader #x fem!reader #promptober

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claireelizabeth85 · 6 days

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Come Home To Me - Chapter 5

John Egan x OC Female!Reader

Summary: When the idea of a past life turns out it isn't just an idea or a dream.

Warning: angst

AN: This is a work of fiction and is based on the TV characters from the Apple TV series. No disrespect is intended towards the real men of the 100th BG.

AN2: A big thanks you to @instructionsnotincluded and @thedeviltohisangel for allowing me to soundboard ideas.

All previous chapters can be found here

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Sarah couldn't shake the weight of Fred's last words. When he mentioned how Lizzy never saw John again, it hit her like a plot twist in her own story, sparking a wave of unexpected empathy. As she slipped into her room, the phrase "never saw him again" echoed in her mind like a chilling melody. She paused on the edge of her bed, imagining the ache of love lost, trying to put herself in Lizzy’s shoes and how the outpouring of emotions the night before was like the reopening of a deep, old scar.

After a moment of reflection, Sarah found herself in the bathroom, letting the cool water ease the tension that clung to her. Emerging refreshed and resolute, she knew she had to dig deeper for answers. Heading downstairs, she made up her mind to untangle the mysteries that hung in the air and got in the car with Fred to head over to the museum.

The hours rolled past as Sarah read page after page of the notebooks donated by Fred's Aunt. There was so much about the everyday life of the base. The gossip between the Red Cross girls and the pilot, the consoling each other when some of them didn't come home. The office and makeshift archives became Sarah's sanctuary.

She enjoyed the quiet. Both she and Lizzy lived in the constant hum that was London. It was always moving, there was always noise or people. Friends coming and going, music playing, or the TV on. But here, nestled in the quietness of the Norfolk countryside, Sarah would normally have found the peace and quiet deafening, but it gave her space to absorb everything she needed to.

There were boxes of history waiting to be rediscovered; to be read and the people within them to be remembered.

Sarah's fingers traced the faded ink of Jean's last notebook. Taking her glasses off and rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes in the hope it would brush away the ache from reading too long. Pulling out the tie in her hair, Sarah ran her fingers through her hair, scratching in a half-hearted attempt at a head massage. She had received a text from Lizzy earlier in the afternoon to say that she was going to take a wander around the village with James and speak to a few of the locals.

Sarah returned to scanning each line of Jean’s neat handwriting with a mix of determination and frustration. She had been pouring over records and photographs at the museum for what felt like hours, searching for any clue that could lead her closer to the truth about Lizzy.

"Anything?" Fred’s voice was a welcome interruption. His tone was heavy with apprehension as he placed another cup of hot tea and a small bagel on the small coffee table.

Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "Nothing significant. Jean was good at note-taking but by god was she a gossip. To be fair to her, she kept better records than those who stamped theirs with 'Top Secret'. But as she knew that nothing of note could be written down, she resorted to nicknames - Buck, Bucky, Benny, Bubbles and Bing" her voice tinged with disappointment. "But I'm not giving up just yet." as she turned another page, her gaze fell upon a familiar date - October 10th. Her heart quickened at the mention of Lizzy.

“Fred - she talks about Lizzy!” Sarah rushed. The neatly printed words transported Sarah back, the scene forming in her mind's eye.

"Lizzy had been waiting around the tower all day, just as Bing and Jack had. I had taken up coffee and doughnuts to keep them fed and watered. Just as I entered the observation deck, Jack shouted that he could hear engines. Before anyone could stop her, Lizzy was off like a shot, sprinting down the airfield," Sarah read out loud, her voice trembling slightly. “I will never get over hearing her scream. Even from the tower, it was the worst sound I ever heard. Jack threw his coffee cup against the wall and Bing Crosby stumbled into the seat behind him.”

Sarah sobbed. She had seen Lizzy’s heartbreak the other night, slow-dancing outside with a whiskey glass in her hands, admitting that she hadn’t wanted to survive, Fred telling her that Lizzy never saw him again and now she was reading the very moment that caused all of her friend's heartache.

She envisaged her friend, with hope coursing through her body like lightning, driving the speed of her steps as she sprinted down the windy airfield. One hand on her cap and the other driving her forwards. Sarah imagined her whispering to herself that John might just have been lucky enough to survive. She could see Lizzy, breathing so hard with each step getting closer until the crew started to climb out and then the realisation dawning on her that John had in fact not come home. The tarmac biting in to her knees as the weight of the reality crashed down on top of her.

Fred stopped what he was doing.. "Jean always used to say that they never knew who made it back until they got to the interrogation hut, he spoke softly, understanding the emotions bombarding Sarah. "Jean said that the Red Cross girls were all silent and then the minute the doors opened, they would have these jaw crippling smiles on. She never directly spoke about Lizzy’s scream, but said that personnel at Thorpe Abbotts that day knew their cocky, whiskey drinking leader was not one of the lucky ones to have climbed out of the solitary battered fortress that had returned.

Fred left Sarah alone to collect herself and headed back out to the museum where Lauren, a local school girl, was standing at the front desk. “Thanks for helping out Lauren.” She flashed up a wide grin. “Not a problem Mr Thatcher. Mrs Colinson from the primary school phoned to see if they can bring the Year 4s up next week as part of their World War 2 history lesson. I asked her to send you an email. Oh, a lady was looking for you. Said that you were expecting her? That she wrote to you a couple of weeks ago and said that she’s got some pictures and some documents for you? I said that she could take a look around while she waited for you, I hope that’s okay?” Fred nodded, expressing his gratitude at her kindness. “You can pack up and head home now, I’ll shut up shop. No need for you to be here this late. Make sure you call your mum and then head down to the main gate.”

Fred left Lauren to tidy her things, as he went in search of the visitor. He didn’t recollect receiving an email but then between running the pub, volunteering at the museum and looking after his dad, he could quite easily have missed it. The couple were looking at one of the display cases, pointing at people in the photographs. Fred didn’t want to be obnoxiously loud so scuffed his feet a little loud in the hopes that he could catch their attention.

“Oh Mr Thatcher. Thank you for seeing me. My name is Abigail Clarke and this is my husband Michael. I emailed a few weeks ago to say that I would be in the country and that I had some documents and photographs for your collection.” Fred smiled apologetically. “I am so sorry Mrs Clarke, I do believe I received your email but I must admit that I forgot about your arrival. How may I help?” They discussed the contents of what Abigail was donating to the museum as they made their way back to the main area, just so happening to be crossing paths with Sarah - who looked tired and deflated.

“Sorry to interrupt - Fred, I’ll be outside. My brain is shot and my eyes are sore. If Lizzy rings, tell her that I’m still here looking, albeit not with much look.” Sarah left the trio and pushed open the exit into the bright late afternoon sunshine. Abigail and Fred continued to discuss her donation, explaining that the museum was run by volunteers and that it could be a lengthy process to catalogue her donation, but they would take a look and see about adding some if it to their displays. They walked slowly back towards the front of the museum where two small boxes of files, photographs and even a reel of 16mm camera film. Leaving her husband to discuss the intricacies of the B-17 and how often the English Sally-B flies overhead, Abigail headed outside.

Sarah was leaning against the railing with her back to the door, on the phone. “No Liz, I'm fine! Yeah of course. How’s your head? Hahaha, Yeah well make sure you drink some water and eat something or you’re going to feel like shit for days. No, it’s okay I’ll get something when I get back.” There was a pause. Sarah pushed herself off the railing and turned and leant her back against it. She exhaled, forcing the air out and inhaling the resolve to explain whatever it was that she had been asked. “Yeah, I found something. Fred’s Auntie Jean was a Red Cross girl here - you remember her?” There was high-speed chatter. Abigail wandered over to the monument looking at all the names of the men and boys who had left this place, never to return, trying hard not to eavesdrop. “Yeah, well she liked to keep detailed notes - she...erm…she wrote about you?” Sarah suddenly became conscious of her company. “Yeah, she wrote about October 10th. I’m so sorry Liz. I really am. Listen, I've gotta go. I want to go through a few more bits before I get out of here.”

The call disconnected and Sarah went to head straight back inside. “Sarah?” The voice called out softly. She turned around to find the woman who had been taking time at the memorial stone walking towards her. “Yes? Can I help you? How did you…” The woman, a good two or three inches above Sarah’s 5ft 3” engulfed her in a huge hug, almost lifting her off the ground. “I would recognise you anywhere!” Sarah struggled against the unwelcome intrusion into her personal space. The lady, who still had a gentle hold on Sarah’s elbows was in her late 40s to early 50s, blonde hair with streaks of silver grey. She had blue eyes that reminded her a little of Lizzy’s.

“I’m very sorry, do I know you?” the woman chuckled. “No, not right now but don’t worry about that, the important thing is I have found you as I have been asked to give you this.” Abigail handed over an envelope, containing photographs. “I was told that these would be a great help to your research.” Sarah opened the envelope and took out the photographs. “But how? Where did you get these?” Abigail smiled knowingly. “I got them from my….” She never finished explaining where the photographs came from, as the man Sarah assumed was her husband called her away.

Wandering back inside the museum, Sarah flicked through the photos, there were so many. A wonderful head shot of Lizzy in uniform, one of her standing in from the mess hall and at the officer’s club. But there was one that made Sarah’s head spin and in that moment, her whole outlook changed. She thought this whole situation was bonkers, time travel, Lizzy knowing things she shouldn’t and yet now she was holding evidence, irrefutable proof that it was, after everything she had seen and been told, all true.

Heading back to the office and with a surge of determination, she pulled out her notebook that was buried under all the declassified mission reports. Wiping clean the whiteboard that hung on the far wall, Sarah tried to make sense of the notes she had made only a few hours ago but they all seemed like gibberish now. Standing before the board and with shaky determination and not really sure where this was leading her, Sarah wrote “Dreams” and the dates that Lizzy’s dreams started and all the dates that Sarah could remember along with any words, or names that Lizzy had given her after they had talked through it. Underneath the dreams, Sarah wrote out all the missions that Lizzy had been on, with the dates underneath the name, all except the last one. The only thing that Sarah could add was the month and date.

“Jesus Christ! It all fits! It all bloody fits.” Sarah scrutinised the board and the photographs she had received from the woman outside, studying them intently. Despite her efforts, there was no date on the back of the photographs or any other clue to indicate when they were taken. A sense of frustration washed over Sarah as her confidence plummeted, leaving her feeling as though she had hit a brick wall.

"When? When were you taken?" Sarah muttered, feeling like she was chasing after a thread that led nowhere. Emptying the contents of the envelope onto the table, she sorted through other photographs that appeared to be from the same time period: officers laughing in the sunshine, their hats off and some appearing relaxed despite wearing their uniforms. Rummaging through more boxes of photographs, Sarah grew increasingly desperate, convinced that she had encountered something similar before. If only she could figure it out, if only she could pinpoint their location, then she knew where to direct her search.

“Sarah, you okay? I’m just going to shut up shop and we can head back to the pub...” The look on Sarah’s face was wild. “Fred!! Do you know when this photograph was taken?” She practically shoved the black and white picture under his nose. “It’s the link Fred. That photograph links everything that Lizzy has been through. I just have to find out how to make it all happen.” She took a seat perching on the edge of the chair, massaging her temples as Fred studied the photograph. “I couldn’t tell you when, but Liz does look happy though. Maybe it was taken not long after she got here, not long after she met John.” Sarah took the photograph back and placed it back into the envelope. “I don’t know Fred. That woman you spoke to earlier, she gave it to me. She knew me, by name, she never gave me hers, but said that she had to find me to give me this cos it would help me. I don’t have a clue what that means. There’s something in the photographs that’s meant to tell me when this was taken. But I’d be fucked if I can work it out.”

“You need a break Sarah, you’ve been at this all day. You’ve read so much you’re probably word blind and won’t be able to see the wood for the trees. Besides, there might not be anything that we can do about it.” Sarah shook her head, not wanting to hear it. “There has to be Fred, there has to be, look at the fucking photo! Look at it, I’m in the bloody thing!! There has to be a way that this all comes full circle because I’m in that photo and I don't remember it and yet Lizzy remembers everything - she remembers everything and everyone and it’s breaking her heart all over again. You didn’t see her Fred, she won’t survive that kind of heartache again. I have to try and fix this. I have to find the answer and it’s here. I’m sure of it.”

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Back at the pub, Sarah and Lizzy sat at a table tucked away in the back, the evening sun casting a warm glow through the windows. Plates and cups multiplied around them as they caught up on their day, small talk interspersed with moments of serious discussion. Lizzy, still feeling fragile from her hangover, listened intently as Sarah shared her research endeavours, determined to uncover the truth behind their recent discoveries. Sarah kept the photograph from Abigail a secret for now, mindful of Lizzy's emotional state the night before.

As the evening progressed, Fred and Geoff joined them, bringing with them an air of camaraderie and purpose. With the museum's recreated board spread out on the table, they delved into the details of their past missions. Lizzy faltered when asked about her last mission, her memories clouded and fragmented. "I'm not sure," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't really remember much... just the flak and all the bomb groups, the largest run on Berlin in the whole war."

Sensing Lizzy's discomfort, Sarah exchanged a knowing glance with Fred and Geoff, silently acknowledging her struggle. Lizzy excused herself to fetch a round of drinks from the bar, leaving the others to pore over the evidence laid out before them. Geoff focused on studying the photographs, while Fred meticulously checked paperwork and logbooks.

Fred leaned over the table to talk to Sarah in quiet whispers. “You need to ask Geoff to have a look at that photo” Sarah’s eyes went wide. Twisting around to check on Lizzy’s progress at the bar, she slid the small, 3-inch by 2-inch, black and white photograph face-side down across the table. “Not a word to Lizzy. Not until we have something concrete”. Geoff’s eyebrows shot up. “But this….” Sarah threw him a stern look. “Not a bloody word Geoff.” He nodded. Picking up his magnifying glass, he set out looking at the small photograph in all its finer detail.

As Sarah delved deeper into the dates surrounding Lizzy's last mission, her focus intensified. Returning to the group and passing around the drinks, Lizzy took a moment to watch her best friend as she sat with her cup of coffee. She couldn't help but notice the exhaustion etched into Sarah's features. Despite her own deafening thoughts, Lizzy recognized Sarah's tireless determination, even amidst her own weariness.

Summoning her courage, Lizzy attempted to unlock the lid on her final memory, the one she had buried deep within herself. It was a memory that frightened her more than any other, a jumble of names and flashes that refused to coalesce into a coherent whole. "Rosie," she murmured aloud, drawing Geoff's attention as he turned to inquire if she had said something. Gathering her thoughts, Lizzy continued, "Rosie, that's who I flew with on the mission. Robert Rosenthal, a Brooklyn lawyer. He was the best pilot we had after..." Her voice trailed off as she drained her coffee and headed outside for a smoke, seeking solace in the cool night air.

Pulling out the files that Sarah had borrowed from the museum, she split them in half and handed them over to Fred, not looking at him as he gave her the look of "these should not be out of the museum." Knowing that they were only looking for February 1945 missions, this cut their research down by hours. "I've got it!" Sarah said triumphantly. Laying the mission report of Major Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal on the table, Sarah and Fred read the few short lines that were written about Lizzy. "Lt. Waterfield stayed steadfast her in choice to stay onboard despite the significant damage to our bomber. She expertly managed to keep the plane steady enough, despite being injured herself, so that I could get out. I am not aware of the whereabouts of Lt Waterfield at this time." Sarah looked at Fred and then at Geoff. "Does this mean..." The two men exchanged glances. "He's saying she probably went down with the plane, but because he didn't see a chute, he or the Air Force can't be certain that she didn't survive. So, she was classified as Missing in Action until such time evidence could be provided to the contrary." Sarah looked at everything on the table. "That," pointing at the report, "the day after the anniversary of that mission is when Lizzy's dreams started."

Suddenly, Geoff's voice broke their concentration. "Sarah, I think I've worked out when this photograph was taken," he exclaimed, pointing out a minuscule detail in the photograph that Sarah had handed to him. Sarah took the picture and magnifying glass and with Geoff carefully pointing at the detail, Sarah's breath caught in her throat. "Oh, holy shit!" she exclaimed, realising the significance of what had been uncovered.

The trio were deliberating on the next steps when Lizzy came back to the group. "We think we know how to..." all of them now grappling with the dual desires expressed by Sarah and Lizzy: to "get you back" and to "make them stop." Recognizing the complexity of their situation, they agreed to sleep on it for the night, allowing time for reflection and planning. Sarah felt a sense of accomplishment and progress, hopeful that they were finally moving forward.

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@victoryrollsandredlips @bobparkhurst @prettyinlimegreenboots @ginabaker1666 @thedeviltohisangel

#John Egan x Lizzy Waterfield #Masters of the Air #Major John Egan #Lizzy Waterfield #Major Gale Cleven #Major Harry Crosby #Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal #Mota #mastersoftheair #mota fanfiction #sarah taylor (oc)#come home to me

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cometcrystal · 3 months

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the thing is i REALIZE that everyone who ships lizzie x fred is doing it while lizzie is an adult which she is in canon. and i don't really put that ship on the same level as b**tlebabes, bc It Isn't. but i also still think its kinda weird.

because fred is a representation of her childhood rage and yearning for freedom. fred IS lizzie. at his core, fred very much reads like a child-oriented ageless being? if that makes sense? so it makes it kinda weird on lizzie's end to be into him.

and while lizzie was a little girl, she envisioned fred appearing as an adult man. and 99% of the time fred has known her, he has known her as a little girl. so it makes it kinda weird on fred's end to be into her.

all around its just kind of weird in a bad way. and the more you think about it the worse it becomes.

anyway this is a post about how the kiss at the end of drop dead fred was platonic/familial and i get misreading that when you watched it as a kid but its 2024 now and if you dont understand that sometimes people give their loved ones a peck in a way that is not romantic you are kind of bad at media literacy

#drop dead fred

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vante1920pm · 1 year

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──;; 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲:

◎ | harry potter masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀��𝘀: random songs that i associate with specific characters

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: fred, george, percy, ginny, luna

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: /

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

── ‹✶ʾʾ FRED !

i. smooth operator - sade

ii. escapism. - 070 shake & raye

── ‹✶ʾʾ GEORGE !

i. heart to heart - mac demarco

ii. 505 - arctic monkeys

── ‹✶ʾʾ PERCY !

i. dead to me - kali uchis

ii. fall - chloe x halle

── ‹✶ʾʾ GINNY !

i. kill bill - sza

ii. jolene - dolly parton

── ‹✶ʾʾ LUNA !

i. ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

ii. con la brisa - foudeqush & ludwig göransson

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sunnydaleherald · 19 days

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, April 3

WILLOW: How is it you always know this stuff? You always know what's going on. I never know what's going on. GILES: Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching it. WILLOW: No, I was sleeping.

~~BtVS 1x07 “Angel”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Not Guilty (Angel, Darla, Joyce, Buffy, PG) by badly_knitted

Time to Move On (Angel/Ritchie, Highlander xover, not rated) by rhodrymavelyne

Progression, Inevitable or Otherwise (Giles/Spike, M) by LiraelClayr007

Living Dead Girl (Buffy/OC, T) by Rozteka

How Fragile We Are (Wesley, Lilah, not rated) by naoa-ao3

When the Dust Settles (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Chelle

How It Happened (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Chelle

You've Got Your Demons (Buffy/Spike, R) by acekoomboom

[Chaptered Fiction]

hit rewind, Chapter 46/? (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

Accidental Casualties, Chapters 11-30 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Julikobold

Meow, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Love Lives Here, Chapter 44 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

With Sprinkles, Chapter 38 (Xander, anime xover, FR15) by dogbertcarroll

Bones and dirt, Chapter 3 (Angel, Buffy, Drusilla, ensemble, Spike, 13+) COMPLETE! by Blackoberst

Blood and dust, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

A Little Poet in Her Monster, Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Desicat

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Evil boy, what a shame (Spike, worksafe) by novivi

Artwork: Calendiles Ella Enchanted AU ⁉️⁉️ (ensemble, worksafe) by yarboyandy

Artwork: Ethan Rayne WIP! (worksafe) by kingsncrowns

Manips: You Are The One I Want (Buffy/Spike, G) by VeroNyxK84

Artwork: Angel pencil portrait (Angel, G) by Pinkperson

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: HELLMOUTH HOMOS: Something Blue by Fear Queers

[In Search Of]

ISO: a fic where giles becomes a vampire after being turned by either spike or drusilla requested by ftmshepard

[Community Announcements]

Short & Spuffy 2024 Wrap Up! by SADmins

PODCAST: Announcement [episode release delayed until next week] by Gym Was Cancelled

[Fandom Discussions]

i understand why ats had baby connor disappear and reappear as a teenager by ssaalexblake

Darla and Drusilla were low-key romantic when turning their boys by lizzie-queenofmeigas

by virtue of ats s5 being the last canon tv installment of the buffyverse, spike and angel’s arcs culminate in… each other by justafriendofxanders

Lindsey McDonald x Reader headcanons by justafriendofxanders

What If: Willow and Xander's roles were swapped? by nightshade

Drew Goddard next in line to jack in by Skanky Vamp

The world post Chosen by Vixen22213

Angel...funny? by Moonycoves

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The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

Chapter four: Dear Billy

Words: 3920 Warnings: foul language, the entire episode is a trigger warning in itself, canon-typical violence, a little misogyny i guess, robin running. also, i can't remember if i proofread this :/ A/N: so I kind of forgot about this chapter when I first thought about the plot of this fic, so I had to figure out what to do with the reader. i left out victor creel's story because, a) we all know it by now, and b) the chapter would otherwise be too long. Taglist: @authorlovers, @angiewhoohooo, @thatsamegirl, @lizzy-95, @elleeeee21, @tanyaherondale, @le-who-zer-her, @toobsessedsstuff

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Chapter four: Dear Billy

“It was here,” Max’s voice trembled. “Right here.”

We were now standing before an empty wall, our flashlights pointed to the tiles as Max recited her vision.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked.

“It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up,” Max explained.

“It was like she was in a trance or something,” Dustin spoke.

“Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy,” I finished for him.

Max turned around, facing us. “That’s not even the bad part,” she said before walking back to the office, her fingers slightly trembling as they scanned Ms. Kelley’s handwriting. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help,” Robin took Chrissy’s file while Nancy took Fred’s. “Uh, they both were having headaches, bad headaches that wouldn’t go away. And then… then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They’d wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things,” Robin’s arms tensed below me, as I was sitting on her lap on the only chair at the desk. “Bad things. From their past. And these visions, they just… they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually… everything ended.

“Vecna’s curse,” Robin confirmed.

“Chrissy’s headache started a week ago,” we were all looking at her intently, most of us speechless. “Fred’s, six days ago,” Max wasn’t looking at us anymore. “I’ve been having them for five days.”

Just then, the glass seemed to break. Realization dawned on us like cold water.

“I don’t know how long I have,” Max was crying now. “All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than twenty-four hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so…” her breath was shaky. “looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.”

A distant clang distracted us, making all of us turn our heads towards the door of the office on high alert.

“Stay here,” Steve said before walking to the door, grabbing the tall lamp by the door and holding it ready to attack whoever was coming our way.

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go,” I said as I stood from Robin’s lap, all of us walking out and following Steve with tentative steps.

A figure quickly appeared in front of us, the sudden movement making all of us in fear before realizing it was Lucas.

“It’s me!” Lucas yelled too, extending his arms out to prevent Steve from splitting his head open.

“Lucas?” Nancy and I called, his unexpected presence throwing us off.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you, Sinclair?” Steve screamed at him, his hair pointing in different directions.

“I’m sorry!” Lucas was breathing heavily.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” Steve kept going as he tried to calm down.

“Sorry, guys, sorry. I was… I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit,” he kept panting, holding a finger out. He was barely holding himself up but kept talking regardless. “We’ve got a code red.”

“What?” Steve asked.

“Dustin,” Lucas ignored Steve and walked directly to my brother. “I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they’ve gone like totally off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is,” Lucas gulped. “You’re in terrible danger.”

I froze on the spot, looking at them with an alarmed face.

Dustin only shrugged. “All right, yeah, that definitely sucks, but we’ve got bigger problems than Jason right now,” he answered as he looked back at Max, her face reflecting everyone’s fear.

“Okay, so…” Nancy looked at us with a wide smile. “We have a plan.”

Nancy, Robin, and I quickly descended towards the basement, freshly printed files in our hands as we excitedly delivered the news to the guys.

“Thanks to Nancy’s newspaper minions, we are now rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame,” Robin said as the guys looked at the files.

“I’m now Ruth,” said Nancy.

“I’m Ruby,” I said.

“And I’m Rose,” Robin concluded, with a rather disgusted face.

Steve looked at Nancy with a funny look. “Ruth?”

“Nice GPA,” said Dustin with an impressed face. “Not that far from your actual one,” he winked at me.

I winked at him back. “Thanks.”

“So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we’d like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we’re co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics…”

“To which they said no,” added Robin.

“But we landed a three o’clock with the director.” Nancy finished.

“Now, all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor,” I concluded.

“Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse,” said Nancy, looking at her from her place across the basement.

Max hadn’t even lifted her head when the three of us came in, quickly writing something down that she wouldn’t let us see until she was finished, so we just left her to her own until she was ready to speak.

“Yeah, about that,” Steve interrupted, lifting his eyebrows as he went over the newspapers Nancy and Robin had retrieved from the library. “We’ve been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh, we got some questions.”

“Lots of questions,” Lucas confirmed.

“So do we. Hopefully, Victor has the answers,” I responded, bringing my hands together and trying to make my point across.

“Wait… wait… wait a second. Uh, where’s mine?” Steve was holding our files in his hands, waving them in the air as he looked at the three of us expectantly.

Steve was already chasing after Nancy upstairs. Robin and I followed them while we laughed at his antics, complaining about being the babysitter yet again.

Robin’s eyes opened wide as she took a look inside Nancy’s room. “Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster!” she stopped dead in her tracks, looking at her with a knowing smile. “You have a Tom Cruise poster,” she repeated while Nancy went through her closet, ignoring Robin as she tried to keep Steve at bay.

“Can you please not touch anything?” Nancy yelled at Robin, who was looking through Nancy’s mixtapes by her bedside table.

“I can’t do anything here, Nance,” Steve tried. “Uh, maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I don’t know, I could like turn on like my… my charm,” I snorted at him.

“Like you charmed Mr. García?” I offered with a grin, enjoying Steve’s glare.

“Not the charm we need,” Nancy concluded.

“Ouch,” Steve added, facing Robin, who kept touching things.

Nancy looked apologetic. “No, I just… Look, I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world, and if we’re gonna win him over, we’re gonna have to convince him we are too.” Nancy looked at us. “That, like him, we are true academic scholars.”

Robin was now holding Nancy’s music box in her hands, looking at Steve and me with a surprised look on her face. “Holy shit, there’s a little ballerina in here,” she whispered while I laughed, going next to her and also gushing over the little box.

“Academic scholars? They’re giving you academic scholar vibes? Yeah,” Steve protested.

Nancy sighed. “No, but…” she held a couple of dresses for us to see, the bright pink contrasting over our clothes as we both groan at the design. “They will.”

“Oh, please, tell me that you’re joking,”

“I gotta admit, it’s been a hot minute since I last wore a dress,” I said while I adjusted the collar of my neck, the bright color contrasting with my usual attire.

“Junior prom, right?” Nancy asked while she drove.

“Homecoming,” I answered. “We skipped junior prom,” I answered, smiling at the memory of the sleepover at Steve’s house, watching movies and eating pizza all night.

“Back to the Future was funnier when we were high,” Robin added, her voice tight at her attire. It didn’t take a genius to know she hated it. “Didn’t you have something more uncomfortable, Wheeler?” she complained from the passenger seat.

Nancy rolled her eyes at her.

“I really hope we get the answers we need,” I added, hoping to ease the tension. “Too many people have already suffered because of this,” I said, thinking back to Max, sitting on the chair with a concentrated look on her face, fear evident in her eyes.

“Ooh, let me guess, you want Eddie to walk free, don’t you?” Robin winked at me from her rearview mirror, momentarily forgetting her own discomfort.

I blushed in the backseat. “I did not say that, Ro,” I excused myself, not meeting her eyes.

“But you meant it,” she turned around in her seat to face me.

I scoffed. “Whatever,” even though I knew Robin would not let the conversation go.

“Admit it, you kinda like him,” she was pushing buttons.

I snapped at her. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is?” Robin kept going, her mischievous face never ceasing.

“I just… I don’t want Vecna destroying another life, okay?” I looked out the window at the speeding landscape, trying to avoid Robin’s interrogation.

She smiled at me. “Like Eddie's was?”

“Robin!” I yelled, trying to shut her up completely.

“What? I’m just saying, you were getting kinda cozy at the shed,” she threw her hands up as if feigning innocence.

Nancy intervened, her back tense with how much we were talking. “God, please, not Eddie Munson, I already told you, he’s a dealer!” she shot me a glare from the mirror, her hands gripping hardly the steering wheel.

“And he’s hot,” Robin winked at me again.

“Damnit, Robin!” I repeated, my words dying in my throat at the prospect of possibly outing her without her consent.

“God, not for me, but for you? I mean, he’s totally your type,” Robin pulled at the neck of her blouse once again.

“I’m not having this conversation now, Ro,” I looked at Nancy, wishing to catch her eyes so she could help me put an end to it all.

“We totally are, unless you wanna hear me complain about these clothes,” she looked at me expectantly. She continued when I sighed in defeat. “So, you and Eddie?”

I shook my head. “There’s no ‘me and Eddie’ anymore,” I turned my head to the side once again, freezing as soon as I processed my words.

“Wait, did you say ‘anymore?’” Nancy suddenly perched on her seat. Shit.

“…no?”

“You totally did,” Robin’s mouth hung open.

“Shut up.” Damnit.

“You did!” Robin yelled, gripping the backseat in excitement.

“Alright, I did!” I gave in, yelling back at her.

“Oh my fucking god!” Robin put her hands over her mouth, laughing in shock as she stared at me.

Even Nancy was constantly looking at me from the mirror, making me fear a possible crash.

“Shut up, Buckley,” I pointed my finger at her, trying to get her to calm down before she exploded.

“Spit it out, Henderson!” she copied my actions.

“What are you not telling us?” Nancy asked, only calmer.

I sighed as I stared at them both, already regretting my mistake. “Eddie and I used to date.”

I was met with silence, both girls seemingly coordinated not to move a muscle at my confession.

“What?” they finally both said at the same time.

“What you’ve heard,” I answered.

“When?” Robin was ready for gossip.

“How?” Nancy asked, something that looked like disgust evident on her face.

“It was a couple of years ago, before Will, and El, and the Upside Down. Actually, I broke up with him the night we fought the Demogorgon at Jonathan’s house,” I added, looking at Nancy.

“Wait, is that why you were crying before we left the school?” Nancy asked, remorse lacing her words.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“Why did you break up with him?” Robin’s voice was now softer, barely a whisper.

I shrugged. “It wasn’t safe for him. I didn’t want him in this mess, it wasn’t fair to him,” my voice broke a little.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Nancy asked, her eyes reflecting the pain.

“Does Dustin know?” asked Robin, always one step ahead.

“We didn’t tell anybody, so no, not even Dustin knows about us. We were both going through our stuff and we just kinda… fell in together, you know? We’re not that different. And we kept each other company. And I was happy,” a single tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it away.

“And now what?” Robin asked sympathetically after a couple of seconds of silence.

“It was Eddie’s idea not to tell anybody after we broke up. He was being targeted by half the school and said he didn’t want me to run the same fate,” I smiled at the memory, of how his hair was growing out and the big ketchup stain in the middle of his Hellfire Club shirt.

“Shit, I… I’m sorry,” Robin said, taking my hand in hers and stroking it softly in comfort.

“I’m really sorry, too. I should’ve not judged him as I did,” Nancy too joined in the apology.

“We won’t tell anybody, we promise,” Robin added, extending her pinky to me. “Pinky promise?” she offered.

I chuckled at her, feeling my chest fill with warmth at my friends. “Pinky promise.”

In a twist of events, Robin Buckley saved our asses by convincing Pennhurst Mental Hospital’s warden Anthony Hatch to give us ten minutes with Victor Creel. He walked us around the facilities, my blood growing cold at the sight of so many people trapped inside their own heads, living in the shell of who they once were. Entering one of the biggest wings of the building, soft classical music received us as we walked among the many patients dressed in white robes.

“This is one of our more popular areas. The listening room,” he motioned us inside, walking behind him. “We found that music has a particularly calming effect on the broken mind,” he whispered as he led us across the room. “The right song, particularly one which holds some personal meaning, can prove a salient stimulus. But there are those who are… beyond a cure.”

I shared a look with Nancy and Robin, the uneasiness of his words sending shivers down my spine as he exited the room via a different door and walked downstairs towards the basement.

“Uh, Doctor Hatch, do you think it might be possible for us to speak to Victor alone?” both the doctor and the guard outside the restricted area looked at us in bewilderment.

“Alone?” he asked.

“I… I think that we would just love the challenge of speaking with Victor without the safety net of an expert such as yourself. Then we could really rub it in Professor Bradley’s face when we get back to class…” I internally winced.

Dr. Hatch was shaking his head in confusion. “Professor Bradley? I don’t believe I know a Professor Bradley.”

“Brantley. She… she meant to say, Brantley,” I laughed as I looked at Robin with wide eyes, scared that we had just blown our cover.

“Didn’t I say Brantley? What did I say?” we nervously laughed at her, keeping up the charade. “Sorry, silly me. Words, letters,” Robin crossed her arms as the three of us stared at him with big smiles. “Guess I’m just nervous. I mean, excited,” she corrected herself. “So excited to speak with Victor. Preferably, as she said, alone?”

We kept smiling at him, my heart beating rapidly at his silence.

At last, he smiled. “Yes, why not?” but even his smile held something. “You’ve caught me in a rebellious mood,” we all chuckled at him. “And there’s something rather urgent I need to check on anyway, so… sure.”

With a nod he walked up the stairs, not giving us a second glance.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Hatch,” Robin started, followed by Nancy and me even well after he was out of sight.

The guard then opened the door to a dark corridor that pretty much resembled a prison. How fitting.

“Do not startle him. Do not touch him. Do not pass him anything. Stand five feet away from the bars at all times. Is that clear?” the guard said as he walked us to Victor Creel’s cell, pulling out his nightstick and hitting the bars to wake him up.

“Yes sir,” we all answered, fear gripping at our edges.

“Victor,” the guard mocked the man. “Today’s your lucky day! You got visitors. Real pretty ones,” I glared at him at his words, wishing he would just leave so that I wouldn’t have to punch him in the face. The sound of metal being scratched drew our attention to the man sitting at the desk at the far end of the cell. “Must be in one of his moods,” the guard said as he walked away. “Have fun.”

We waited until he left to walk to the bars.

“Victor? My name is Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. And these are…” Nancy looked at us to follow her lead.

I said my name in a small voice.

“Robin Buckley.”

“Um, we have some questions,” Nancy tried.

“I don’t talk to reporters; Hatch knows that,” the man spoke, yet he still didn’t turn to us. He kept scratching the desk.

“We’re not reporters,” I answered. “We’re here because… we believe you. And because we need your help.”

“Whatever killed your family, we think it’s back,” Robin continued.

Victor Creel then turned to us, the sight of his scratched eyes forever imprinting itself into my head.

Being arrested for breaking in into a top-security cell at an asylum was not on my bucket list.

“You’re not listening, our friend is in danger!” Nancy walked behind Doctor Hatch, pleading to let us go as we desperately explained our situation.

“Do you really expect me to believe anything you have to say at this point?” he led us once again through the listening room, the patients ignoring us as we hurried to the exit.

“It’s the truth!” I yelled at him, trying to keep up in Nancy’s ballerina flats.

“You are free to tell your sob story to the police,” the doctor said.

“Move along,” the same guard that took us to Victor’s cell pushed Robin forward when she stopped for a few seconds.

“Don’t touch me!” she put her arm away.

Clair de Lune was slowly playing in the background, the ballad contrasting to the anxiety we all three were experiencing.

As we reached the gardens outside, Robin stood next to us, whispering rapidly into our ears.

“Victor said the night of the attack, everything went on in the house, but he made specific mention of music, he said music was playing. And then, when we asked him about the angel, he started to hum,” Robin spoke.

“Dream a Little Dream of Me,” I answered, finally recognizing the song he hummed. “Ella Fitzgerald.”

Nancy gasped. “The voice of an angel.”

“Yeah,” Robin spoke. “Hatch said that music can reach parts of the brain that words can’t. So maybe, that's the key, a lifeline.”

“A lifeline back to reality,” Nancy continued.

“It’s worth a shot,” I concluded, looking back at the two guards that followed us a few steps behind us, looking bored out of their minds. “I think we can beat them,” Nancy nodded at my words.

“What?” Robin panicked.

“To the car,” Nancy continued as well.

“Okay, I’m warning you right now, I have terrible coordination,” Robin kept panicking.

“I know, I’ve seen you in gym class,” I grinned at her, sheer determination on my face.

“Like, it took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies,” she complained, but Nancy was faster.

“Just follow our lead,” and with that, she bolted towards the parking lot.

I ran after her, tugging Robin’s wrist so she wouldn’t stay behind.

“No, my God!”

We ran across the grass, dodging the patients and sprinting towards the car as we tried to outrun the guards. I saw one of Robin’s shoes fly next to my head, yet we couldn’t stop to retrieve it for we were running out of time. The guards were hot on our tails when we reached the car, practically jumping inside and blocking the doors as we sat down, Nancy quickly starting the car ignoring the guard on her window and hitting the glass for her to stop.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” Robin exclaimed as we both looked back, with Nancy focused on driving away from the place.

“You really are a weird runner,” Nancy laughed in shock.

I chuckled, but the moment was interrupted when our walkie went off, an anguished-sounding Dustin yelling on the other side.

“Where the hell are you? This is a code red! I repeat, a code red!” I grabbed it and placed it on my ear.

“Dus, it’s me. We copy,” I answered.

“Holy shit, finally! Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out!” Dustin kept screaming into the radio.

I paled, knowing what was most likely going on. “Play her favorite song! Now!” I yelled into the radio, shaking a bit in place after Dustin’s response of approval, the line going dead.

We all stared at each other in silence, praying that we were right, and that Max could still be saved.

“Thanks for doing this, guys. It’ll be just a minute,” I said appreciatively as I closed the car door behind me.

“Be quick, we can’t be seen here,” Nancy pleaded, but there was softness in her eyes.

I nodded at her before turning around and walking towards the shed.

I knocked on the door a few times. “Eddie? It’s me. I’m coming in,” I said before opening the door, and finding Eddie on the other side, his hand stretched.

“Sorry, I was about to open the door for you,” he grinned, letting me step inside and closing the door behind me.

“Right, I should’ve called. Sorry, I don’t have much time, I…” Eddie interrupted me.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he looked me over, heat rising to my cheeks as I remembered I was still dressed in Nancy’s clothes.

“These aren’t mine, don’t worry. It’s a long story, too, I just… I just wanted to check you’re alright,” I said, my arms limp.

I didn’t know why I was so nervous, but after everything that had happened at Pennhurst, I didn’t want to go to sleep without knowing he was fine first.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m running low on supplies but I’ll live another day,” he joked.

I stared at him, my breath hitching in my throat. Out of impulse, I threw my hands around him, hiding my face in his chest as I closed my eyes, gripping his torso tightly.

“Woah, you okay there?” he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him.

I nodded, but remained silent for a few minutes, simply enjoying his warmth and his company.

“Yeah, yeah, I just…” I pulled away from him, redness around my eyes. “I just really needed that,” I said. “You sure you’re okay?” I asked him, knowing my time was running out.

He nodded at me, his hands twirling the sleeves of his jacket. “I’m okay.”

With a nod and a sigh, I said goodbye, leaving a dumbfounded Eddie in the shed, as I felt my heart break a little more with each step toward Nancy’s car.

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tagged by @sveglioesenzapaura to make a playlist of songs that spell out my url!! thank you 🫂

q: quick winter sun - shana cleveland

u: (ummmm, oh yea) dearest - buddy holly

i: im not a mountain - sarah kinsley

c: cry me a river - dinah washington

k: kill kill - lizzy grant

i: it never entered my mind - miles davis quintet

e: everybodys talkin - fred neil

c: cannibals hymm-nick cave and the bad seeds

r: rub me raw - android lust

u: underwater love - smoke city

c: cartão postal - evinha

i: im that type of nigga - the pharcyde

f: fa all yall - da brat

i: its all right, baby - komeda

x: x'ing off the days - queenadreena

i: i want you - bob dylan

o: oooh, baby - pamoja

n: no moon at all - julie london

the actual playlist is here <3

tagging @wispygirl @relaymp3 @cactusblossomss @streetgospel @deathrehearsal @dearhaunt @fcknfester @soulaans @rigbyeleanor @willowtreegrl and anyone else who wants to!

#this made me realize how long my url is omg #also idk if anyone would want to listen to this random mix of songs and genres but i put together the playlist if anyone did #☆

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I figured I might as well start a masterlist while I'm at it because I never really had one before, and don't exactly know how to write one. No better way to whack at it, am I right?

Hi! You an call me Naqe or N. I'm aspiring to be an author and have loved writing since I was in fifth grade. It has been my passion for as long as I've known. I write fanfiction as a hobby, and am in college! Surprisingly, I'm fairly new to tumblr despite writing fanfiction for a long time. I started out on Quotev and just recently moved to AO3 under the same name Naqe. I deeply enjoy the fandoms that I am in and the fandoms that I discover.

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i will not write anything 18+ if asked {(only on my own accord) and even if I do, I use a place holder. No x readers}

no zenophobia, transphobia, homophobia

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i only write for male/gender neutral reader

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-Cater Diamond -Riddle Rosenheart -Ace Trappola -Deuce Spade -Trey Clover -Idia Shroud -Malleus Draconia -Lilia Vanrouge

[Nanbaka]

-Hajime Sugoroku -Samon Gokuu -Enki Gokuu -Kenshirou Yozakura -Mitsuru Hitokoe -Rorotto -Kiji Mitsuba -Damian -Nijimasu Nanairo -Yamada Orochi -Koisuke Kyuubi -Uno -Rock -Nico -Jyuugo -Honey -Trois -Aki -Haru -Musashi -Liang -Qi -Upa -Hakushaku -Tengu Murakami -Tsukumo -Fuji-san -Kusatsu -Ikkaku -Kojiro -Isou -Kujaku -Mei Yomidou -Ido Yomidou -Chimney -Hell -Tauro Twister -Taura Twister

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Eddie Baby (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

Gotham Frights (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

Sickness is Green (Kaveh x reader)

Business (Diluc/Li Jing)

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

Did You Hear About That Mother (Roan Goldfinch & Walburga Black)

The Eagle and Her Prey (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Last Night (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Kiss (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

A Thousand Years (Remus Lupin/Cassander Lyall)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Crime Down 10 (Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot x reader)

[Black Butler]

One Of A Kind (Ocs x reader)

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

The Black Family (personal fanon)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

Entrusted To You [Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji]

Meet the Character [about ocs]

Star Wars; Purged [Star Wars]

source: cafekitsune

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