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delicatebluebirdruins · 4 months

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the creeping shadow first read

books 1&2, book 3

one day i will have a solid grasp on what to name these... not this day (this was my first book of 2024 i was reading it during Jooles Hootenany and was like two chapters? away from the end? i have no idea wish i made a note oh well)

this book is an ex library from somewhere called Snodland. SNODLAND. i just want to laugh.

5 Emma Marchment ghost hunting with mirrors which is actually really fun

13 Wan Tina, Medicore Ted and Jumpy Dave. Hello [temporary] team mates 14 "concerned about supervisors that they never acted like proper teams" it must be very hard to rely on people to keep you alive but you also have to rely on adults most of the time (what happened with Lucy in her home town being an extreme case of the unique hardships that brings)

21 "hey there's nothing disgusting about random body parts" lmao skull

33 Dave is the only one who has rights. (and he and Lucy being little shits is so funny)

39 the skull had a point about the flower pot

43 "the slim and elegant figure of Holly Munro standing picturesquely beside him [Lockwood]" detect a little jealous and bit of yearning for Lockwood

49 "[Lockwood] and that girl were still on a high when they came in. Quite exhilarated. Laughing and giggling together." a little hurt and jealousy electric boogaloo

53 Skull and Lucy in a flatshare situation (i need Lockwood's pov)

58 the skull feels bad for Lucy

60 the shock of seeing Lockwood at her door is great. His smile "it was warm but somewhat hesitant, as if it hadn't been recently used. It was the smile I'd hazily imagined a hundred times; only now it was real, solid, meant just for me" this entire bit so much is said but not outright you know?

her spiel about his chosen tie and her own thoughts about her reaction also the laundry bag and Lockwood holding it is so i would rather die (hilarious to think about this scene happening in the show just in general but imagine if we got this scene AND they kept the towel scene in the show)

66 "Making tea is a ritual that stops the world from falling in on you" I just like all the quotes about tea

70 first off I want to know what was said when Lockwood "growing angry with me at last" and just laugh at Lucy imagining him going down on bended knee asking her to return to the company

82 "what could it be?... not a date surely?- the boy's got eyes" the skull my love

92 this is awkward

96 just the entire bit about crackers is so funny

100 Penelope is a locklyle shipper so one of us (also this would be so great in the show as it would be following the "you feel safe with him"

103 "I didn't feel bad about the fib though. I'd been lied to as well"

104 the Rotwell mascot is called Roger? also the posters are great

108 the heck? the mummified head Lucy finds at the start of the book is not destroyed?

111 I love this chat with Holly but what was she going to ask "I was going to ask you about -whether you found- oh good, and here are the boys too" like come on what was it?

121 KIPPS!

146 talking about the skull is so funny

152 snapshots of the past

157 compliments "I couldn't help smiling back at him. Compliments from Lockwood were always nice to hear"

163 creepy "the sound of teeth clacking together" this is horrible

173 Locklyle "thank goodness for you Lucy... I can always rely on you"

176 Lockwoood is more reckless and George upset about it and Lucy

182 Uh oh spaghettios Lucy's flat has been broken into

188 Harold might have done it?

195 love this bit "strange how close the darkness is, even when things seem brightest. Even in the glare of a summer noon, when the pavement bakes and the iron fences are hot to the touch, the shadows are still with us"

203 Harold is dead gods

215 Lockwood seeing Lucy appear at her doorstep is also something i want to see his pov on

221 talking about Holly staying over and Lucy feeling a little hurt by it

234 lmao Lockwood and George's superior nursing skills. and the second client of the day.

241 "creeping shadow" roll credits

248 nice relaxing moment in the garden

261 i love the spirit capes 269 I love disguises

281 the skull is so funny

283 "I've missed you so much Lucy" Lockwood said that and I yell and rereading it now my only though is he blurted that out and barreled on not letting Lucy respond (she wanted to)

290 Mr Johnson? hello 292 Hi Adelaide (i really like that name)

301 capes and Lockwood putting one on Lucy first.

315 Information on Rotwell

323 "there is a battle to be won - not simply against ghost, but against death itself" hm interesting

331 Castle! can't wait

342 punch the boy also considered by Lockwood

354 At last the goggles are being used

363 should have locked Reverend Skinner in his rooms

370 aw Lucy just happy to be with Lockwood

379 Rotwell is an ass

389 poor lady and this would be horrifying to see on screen

395 hi buddy 397 them holding hands is so cute

(the Iron Chain) 407 technically you guys walked into the Black Library at Fittes.

414 helpful Lockwood "the hole's between those two black posts"

417 "it was the desisive action. once through, we could never take it back." uh oh

426 Lockwood's orders is great 435 oh my god 437 holy shit

442 the skull remains a little shit 446 guys that was a little close

450 good job ghosts avoiding Guppy and just the Locklyle of it all

459 I am nervous

464 oh god Lucy 469 SKULL! "his grin, which gleamed sardonically even in the swirling dusk and was somehow most familiar"

474 GO ON GEORGE "he's like a whirling dervish" 477 HUGS between Lucy and Holly

481 saving Kipps and the imagery is cool

484 kick Rotwell's ass!

(practically thinking how they would adapt this scene in the show this has a lot of working parts more than the Winkman fight because there is more people, practical affects, special affects and having it in a probable 8 episode season would not do it justice)

489 lmao Lucy and Lockwood deciding to give Georgie the last biscuit/ barrel

499 Lucy understands now

501 thanks Mr Skinner 504 Barnes asking them to be safe aw

511 intense eye contact

518 Sir Rupert and Penelope is in their kitchen

520 Yikes 528 the skulls parting words had a "I beg your pardon" from me.

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george cubbins #holly munro #quill kipps #locklyle #sorry to keep bringing up the show I think it worked well as a adaptation and I want to see these scenes with Cam and Ruby and the others #and I am sad i missed some interviews with Joe Cornish and Mr Stroud in the past #ellie reads

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hollythius · 2 years

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sorta vent??? idk 🤷‍♀️ i’m in my feels

shouldn’t have painted sanji. now he’s filling my brain. it’s making me sad. i miss my irl friends. as much as i hate school i strive for socialization. anyways check the tags for some raw, unfiltered thoughts about my favorite strawhat. (sanji)

#genuinely i am being beaten to death with thoughts about whole cake island #like…how kind sanji is #i imagine him coming back to the ship #and just cooking the strawhats fav meals nonstop.#and crying. bc he’s so emotional and the love he feels for the crew is so genuine #and. i relate to that so much. it’s like re-reading old text messages #after the time he spent away #it’s so nostalgic to finally be back in HIS kitchen cooking for his FAMILY.#sorry i know it’s late but i miss sanji lately #sanji op #sanji one piece #slight op spoilers #whole cake island #whole cake spoilers #holly’s telephone 🌈#self care 💕

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hollisxwrites · 3 months

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Hi, can I please make a request? Reader (you can choose the godly parent) gets super protective of Percy after he gets in a physical fight with Clarisse.

fight for you

percy jackson x fem! child of apollo reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cannon typical violence, mention of a concussion, clarisse is kind of a bitch in this one! sorry, i love her, but it had to be done. overall, super fluffy though.

summary: percy gets in a fight with clarisse because he was insulting him, and worst of all, his girlfriend. when the fight gets harsh, his girlfriend steps in, and then takes care of him after the fight.

authors note: y'all, thank you so much for all the love on my most recent posts! i have reached over 1.5k likes and 55 followers! i only started this blog two weeks ago, so thank you! i have been blown away by all the kindness. i am also working through all of my request, so don't worry, i'll get to all of them very soon! xoxo - hollis.

A horrific smack was heard all around the Camp when suddenly, my boyfriend, the brave (and idiotic) Percy Jackson, sent his practice javelin hurling at one of the camp's best fighters, Clarisse La Rue. Percy was already agitated, I could tell. Clarisse had been taunting him all day long, telling him that he would never be as good of a fighter as her, and telling her that his dad would never support him the way Ares supported her. I kept telling Percy to stand down, to not let her words affect him, but they did. Every word was like a knife to his side, making his insecurities run rampage on his mind. So, when the javelin left his hand, I hate to say it, but I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Clarisse got what was coming for her, honestly.

Clarisse had started to insult me, and that’s when I knew it was over for her. Percy’s demeanor shifted from almost joking to serious in an instant. He always said that it was okay to insult him, but the second it came to me, he wouldn’t go down without a fight, which I guess was sweet, but it also put him at risk almost all the time.

“Percy! Stand down, please!” I yelled at him from across the training field. “If you get hurt, I’m going to kill you.”

Percy’s eyes burned with a fiery passion as he turned around to look at me. “I’m defending you, sunshine. I can handle myself.”

I sighed and rubbed my hands on my temples. This boy would be the death of me. “Please be careful.” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

I told myself I wouldn’t get involved, I told myself that I wouldn’t let myself fight his battles, but when Clarisse dropped her weapon and started to fight with her fist, I couldn’t let it slide anymore. I ran up and pushed Percy behind me, and right hooked Clarisse right in the jaw. She stumbled back, gripping her jaw and scoffed. “Percy is so weak that you must fight his battles? That’s hilarious.”

Percy moved to my side, his nose already bleeding and his left eye going to be black in the morning, but he was not going to let me get myself hurt for him. “No, he’s not, but I can’t let you insult him like that. Percy is brave, strong, and a better person than you but tenfold. He is everything you are not.”

Her eyes twitched and she threw another punch not at me, but at Percy. I pushed her off him, and using my hand-to-hand combat skills, threw her to the ground. I laid one more good punch on her before Chiron and a couple of my siblings from Apollo came running at us.

“Stop fighting!” Chiron yelled. “You all have dishes duties for a month! Miss.{reader}, please take Percy to the medics, and Clarisse, come to my office, immediately.”

I nodded at Chiron, upset about the dishes duty, but happy I got to be the one to take care of Percy. I helped him up from his place on the ground. When Clarisse had hit him the last time, he had fallen to the floor hard on his back, possibly hitting his head. Usually, I did not get this involved in his fights, but I couldn’t stand to see him hurting for my sake. I let him drape his arms around my shoulder, as the last punch sent him on his back, and we slowly made our way to my cabin. There was no way that I was going to let some of my siblings take care of my boy, that was my job. Anger still coursed through my veins as I watched Percy’s eyebrows pinch in pain with each step. His head was probably pounding, and he defiantly had a couple of bruised ribs from the fall he took.

When we reached my cabin, I helped him lay down on my bed that was oh-so familiar with. “Stay right here, I’m going to grab you some pain killers and an ice pack. Do not move.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, his sassiness still peeking through his voice despite him being injured.

I ran as quickly as I could to the medical building and grabbed what I needed to heal my boy, and then ran back. I was gone for less than five minutes, but when I returned, Percy was already half asleep, head nestled into my pillows. “Hey, Perc, can you sit up a little for me?” I asked him, voice as soft as I could make it.

He shuffled to sit up and smiled a sideways, semi-loopy smile at me. “What do you think is wrong, doc?” He said, voice a little horse. I was scared he might have had a concussion because of the way he was acting.

“Let me ask you a couple of questions, then I’ll know. Is your mind foggy? Are you dizzy or nauseous?” I asked him.

“Dizzy? Yes. Foggy mind? No. Nauseous...” He paused. “I don’t want to think about it.”

I took that as yes for nauseous, thus confirming my thought that he had a concussion. “Okay, so I think you had a mild concussion, because you never blacked out, but you were awfully close. So, I’ll put an ice pack on your head, give you some pain killers, and you and I can just rest for the rest of the day, okay?”

He tried his best to nod. “Okay, as long as you stay with me?”

“Of course I’ll stay. There is no way I would leave you like this, especially because it was my fault that you are in this state.” I sighed and looked into his beautiful eyes. One of them was bruised a little bit, and so I placed a kiss to it, which is one of my healing gifts my father gave me. I can quite literally kiss it better. My lips lingered on his eye, and then I went to the other one, this his forehead, then his neck, his jaw, and finally, his ribs through his battered orange Camp shirt. His eyes closed and he hummed in appreciation.

“I love you; you know that right? That’s why I fought for you.” He said, tone muddled with exhaustion.

“I love you too, that’s why I fought for you.” I paused and my hands, finding his hair. “I didn’t do it because I thought you were weak or not good enough, I did it because I love you, and I don’t want anyone to hurt you, ever.”

His eyes met mine, and they were filled with genuine love and adoration. “You’re perfect. I’m telling you. How did I deserve you?”

I continued to clean him off, pulling his dirty shirt off him and wiping down any cuts or bruises with something my siblings and I developed. “How did I deserve you, the perfect, most handsome boy in the entire world?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I love you.”

“I love you, more than you’ll ever know.” I said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips.

He beckoned me to lay in bed with him after I finished cleaning him up. He pulled me with his dwindling strength, and then shifted so he was laying on my lap. I continued to play with his hair, and he soon drifted off to sleep. My boy may be one of the bravest campers, but he will always be nothing but sweet to me.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson show #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson imagine

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blue-blvd1949 · 10 months

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Lollipops on cherry lipgloss part 2 pleaseeeeeee

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Glued (Lollipops on Cherry Lipgloss) Pt 2

Spencer Reid

a/n: I’ve been getting a lot of requests for pt 2 so here it is <3 part 1

summary: it’s the next day and everybody has questions about your new hickeys and how come you and Spencer are stuck to each other like glue <3

Word count: 2548

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After your commotion in the BAU meeting room you decided to go back to his place and indulge even more. It was a long night full of pleasure and moans as neither of you wanted to stop, getting glued on to each other.

The next day you both woke up due to a call from Garcia asking Spencer where he is and if he has seen you, because the planes going up in 30 minutes.

With the news you both got dressed in a hurry and to not wear the same shirt of yesterdays you asked him for a shirt and he just gave you a new cardigan he had bought. His reasoning was “It’s new and no one has seen me with it so no one will know it’s mine” It was good enough for you.

On the car you fixed your hair and redid your makeup that was taken off by Spencer, “you know you look all cute with messy hair and smudged lipstick?”

“Shut up, just stay focused on the road” you said with very visible flushed cheeks.

As you started getting closer to the building and looking at yourself In the mirror you realized the hickeys all over your neck that Spence left behind last night. You started panicking as you don’t have time to cover them up.

“Oh my god Spence, you practically ate me alive!” you said point at your neck showing him.

“Holly shit I got carried away sorry” he said chuckling to himself finding your situation slightly funny.

“It’s not funny Spence they’re probably going to ask me how I got them! What am I going to say?!” You stated feeling more panic set in as he finished parking and turned off the car.

“If it makes you feel better you left some souvenirs yourself” he said turning around to show you, lifting up his shirt. His clawed up back made you remember last nights events and how good he made you feel, almost instantly your panties started to get wet yet again.

You leaned closer to him putting your hand out to touch the marks you left behind and he jumped a little looking back at you.

“Sorry…”

He turned back around and grabbed your face with his hand making you look at him closely.

“Now don’t get all shy on me yn” you didn’t say anything just looking at him before you smashed your lips on his creating a heavy make out session not necessarily taking in that you’re both heavily late and could miss the plane.

It got interrupted rudely by Hotch calling Spence saying the planes goes up in 5 minutes and Reid explains how he’s with you and you’ll be there shortly.

On the plane you both sat extremely close while JJ was explaining over the case, she grew suspicion something was going on but wasn’t so sure what it was until she saw the litter of hickeys all over your neck and one on your collarbone she slowly glued the puzzle pieces together realizing what you both had done.

Rossi decided to poke some fun on you both as he knew instantly what happened the moment he saw both of you step in all tense. “So what happened yn to your neck?” he said pointing at it, you instantly blushed and had to come up with a viable excuse.

“I burned myself with the hair straightener!” You said hoping he’ll leave it alone and not notice your hair is still slightly wavy and also that you have never straightened it before.

“Oh ok was just curious” he said giving Aaron a glance, Aaron knew he had to give you both a talk about outside work hours and relationships between BAU members.

20 minutes later everybody else on the plane realized what you two were doing with the hickeys, the cardigan, the close proximity. Everything pointed that both of you did something more than look over case reports last night.

After the plane landed the whole team immediately went to the police station trying to solve this murder case in a small town. With the case being lengthy and kind of hard nobody had checked in with their rooms until it was time to go to sleep.

To your guys luck or the others misery the hotel you were staying at was the only one in town and getting one in a nearing city was too risky for the high risk case. The hotel only had 4 rooms available 2 with double beds and 2 with single beds.

JJ asked Emily to share a 2 bed and so did Morgan with Hotch, that led to Rossi having his own room and you sharing a single bed with Spencer.

“We’re all professionals here so no hard feelings” Rossi said laughing slightly before heading to his room with the others following through.

“Here it is 201” Spence said unlocking the room swiftly, he opened the door fully letting you go inside first.

“I’ll go shower first then you can” you said shuffling to get your clothes out of your go bag.

“It’s ok we can shower together don’t you thinks so?” He said grabbing your waist pulling you closer to him, his breath on your neck before giving slow and passionate kisses.

“If you want to we can…” you meekly said hugging him pulling him closer.

“Don’t get all shy on me again yn” he pulled back slightly looking at you waiting for you to say something.

“I just… This is weird”

“Why is it weird?” he looked into your eyes with a concerned face, he was worried you were backing away from him and that you were regretting what you guys have done.

“It’s that we had sex and I don’t know what we are and It scares me not knowing and it also scares me not knowing what you think about us and I just-”

“Hey, look at me” he said holding your face ever so gently up to look at him.

“I wouldn’t have done anything if it would’ve just been a one time thing, I want something real with you, but-”

“But what?” Your face getting much more concerned hoping he isn’t undoing what he had started with you even though it’s barely lasted 24 hours. You have always been fond of him so it felt more like an eternity that just a mere day.

“But we have to keep it a secret until we’re ready to tell the team okay?” He’s hoping you have a good reaction to it and decide to go through with it, being his little secret and only his.

“Of course I don’t mind! Just as long I can be with you” you said this time initiating the kiss.

“You’re so pretty” he said with both hands on your face holding it as he started kissing you deeply. His tongue slipped inside and you gladly gave him access, it all felt so hot and so good. With him everything felt right even if you were breaking a few rules along the way.

“Let’s go shower” he said picking you up and walking towards the bathroom, as he got in he sat you down on the toilet seat taking off your clothes starting with his cardigan. “I wanted to fuck you with it on but maybe another day”

“No you still can” you said with the deer eyes you have looking up at him.

As you both got undressed and got in the shower he helped you shampoo your hair and you helped him with washing his back. You saw all the marks you left again wondering if he’s going to get new ones tonight. Spence turned around and grabbed the loofah out of your hand and told you to turn around saying it was his turn to wash your back.

Slowly he glided it across your back squeezing it making the body wash fall down to your ass creating the perfect string of soap that resembled cum.

“Bend down a little” he said with his bare hand pushing your back doing as he said. Your hands were on the shower wall anticipating what he would do next.

He started rubbing your ass with the loofah before going with his hands and fondling it slowly, he squeezed it and spread it apart looking at your empty holes. Wiping away the soap from your ass so he could start touching your cunt.

Grabbing his middle finger it slowly rubbed against your slit urging to go inside and play with your swollen clit. And that’s what he did before getting his ring finger and slowly entering them inside.

“Spence!” You said trying to keep your moaning minimal but at some point you convinced yourself with the water being so loud nobody could hear you moan his name.

“That feel good baby?” His fingers started picking up the pace making squelching sounds.

“Hm? Answer me” he said before taking them out and start rubbing tight small circles on your clit.

“Yes, feels so good Spence!” You said cumming against his hand, your cunt started rubbing on it begging for more. He took his hand out and started pumping his dick with it, you looked back on why it was taking so long and you saw his dick be excruciatingly hard it was standing up on its own touching his abdomen.

“Spence…” you said wiggling your hips slowly letting him know you’re waiting for him to enter you. His tip entered but quickly sprinted back out as he was extremely hard.

“I’m so hard yn you don’t even know what you do to me” he said leaning down to you grabbing your tits with both of his hands, letting his dick rub all against you knowing he’s making you desperate.

You started rubbing on him hoping for anything, then slowly he entered again more than just his tip and it felt so good and filling with the angle you were on.

He started pounding you senseless with both of his hands still on your tits rubbing them and squeezing them. He thought they were the perfect size that fit between his hands not too big or too small for him just the perfect size. Your moaning got louder and louder the longer he was fucking you, your legs started to get wobbly and hard to keep standing.

He pulled out all of a sudden and turned you over before carrying you and pushing you against the wall. He was keeping you up as he started ruthlessly pounding into you even harder. You let out a loud yelp and instantly you took away your hands from his shoulders to your mouth trying to quiet yourself.

“Take away your hands from that pretty mouth of yours, I wanna hear you moan so loud this whole sleazy town knows you’re mine” he said and you instantly took them off and headed towards his back scratching it and creating crescent marks on them.

“Oh Spence!” You moaned out almost reaching your end, he took one hand off from holding you up and started rubbing your clit hard. You were scared he was going to drop you so you started holding onto him tighter as you orgasmed all over his cock with him cumming inside.

He let you down slowly making sure you don’t fall turning the water off and grabbing a big towel wrapping it around your body and sitting you down on the toilet seat once again.

“You want me to help you get dressed?” He said with a towel around his waist looking at you sweetly not knowing exactly how he got you.

“Yes please Spence” you said grabbing another towel to start drying your hair thoroughly.

“I’m just putting on the famous cardigan and your shorts” he said chuckling lowly at his own joke which you thought was cute but confused on why no panties or bra thinking you guys were done with the night since you have a case to solve the next day.

“Why no panties or bra?” He laughed a little by your question as he was finishing drying your hair and making you stand up from the toilet seat.

“Cause they’ll just be in the way for later” he said heading out of the bathroom and leading you to the bed.

Surely enough you were holding the pillow close to your face taking him in as he was slowly rocking into you. Your stomach flat on the bed but your ass out creating what he would call the “perfect position” since you fit so perfectly under him like if you two were both two puzzle pieces.

“Spence faster…” you said against your moans barely being audible. He picked up his pace like you said and his skin against yours started making loud slapping sounds mixed with the squelching of your wet cunt milking his cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good… Always making me feel good baby” he said grabbing your thighs tighter and cumming inside.

It was dripping out of you drenching your thighs making them all wet and the sheets. Before you know it Spencer already put you in a new position with both of you on your side facing each other sloppily kissing.

“One more, you can do one more right?” He said desperately just needing one more out of you and himself to feel satisfied.

“One more Spence…” you said between kisses and his hand grabbing the side of your cheek groping it knowing he has the bestest most prettiest girl.

The same hand started wandering down to your cunt pulling the shorts to the side exposing your pulsating cunt with his cum all over it. Taking his middle and ring finger he started spreading it and teasing it waiting until you say something.

Your head on his shoulder moaning quietly and whimpering for him to move quicker.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you baby” he said lying straight to his teeth.

“Your cock… I want it inside please Spence” you said looking up from his shoulder showing him your teary eyes and how much you want him. Slowly his fingers disappeared from your cunt and suddenly replaced by his cock that started ramming in excruciatingly slow and deep.

“Oh feels so good!” You said moaning senseless against his lips kissing him deeper and deeper as time goes on. With the orgasms he had the night prior and the two today he wasn’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, you’re addicting you know that?” Ramming deeper and deeper hitting that spongy spot inside.

“Spencer!!” You said letting out whimpers and mewls against his lips riding out your high with Spencer. You placed your head on his shoulder fully prepared to fall asleep with him inside you.

“You want to sleep like this?”

“Yes it feels good, like if we’re glued on stuck together and neither of us can leave”

The next day Morgan had the unfair job to wake both of you and he had to see you between Spencer’s arms with his cock fully inside you and cum all over your cunt, your thighs, and the sheets. Let’s just say next time you guys share a room he’s letting you guys sleep in <3

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kookieswan · 9 months

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Can I get a drabble for Yoongi where's he's just having a happy married couple moment with his gf? Extra side of fluff

Mr. Famous Producer Man

Producer!Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 500+

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluffy fluff, maybe the tiniest bit of angst if you squint?

Warnings: None!

Notes: I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY??? I am SORRY! It’s a cute little thing, I hope you like it! 🌸

Find my Main Masterlist here! 🌸

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“Yoon…?” Peeking your head through his studio door, you try not to be too loud just in case he’s engrossed in his work. Yoongi isn’t though; he’s slouched back in his spinny chair looking unbelievably tired. It makes you melt to see how much he lights up when he sees you though, even if he does look a little out of it.

“Hi love, sorry I didn’t realize you were coming.” You just smile as he raises from his spot, long hair a little messy and eyes a little droopy. It’s clear he hasn’t slept at all today even though he very much needs it, but you don’t bring it up. Instead, you hold out one of the two bags you brought and jiggle it lightly.

“No biggie, I texted but I know you probably have your phone off. I brought fried chicken for dinner? Thought you could maybe use a break.” He hums and nods, leaning in to leave a chaste kiss against your lips as he grabs the bag. You giggle as he leaves one more against your cheek, guiding you over to the couch and coffee table he had situated to the side.

It’s littered with scribbled out notes, some of them crumpled, others barely legible. There’s evidence of takeout containers as well and some coffee cups, your husband clearly doing his best to keep motivated. It makes you pout a little, the urge to pamper him even a little overwhelming.

“I could use a break, this song is fucking with me, so I haven’t been doing much but brooding over it.” He plops down on the couch after moving the papers and your resist the urge to plop into his lap, instead cuddling right up next to him. He unwraps the food quietly, but both of you just enjoy each others company for a while. It’s been quite hectic lately and you haven’t been able to do so.

You leave a few kisses against his jaw, enjoying how warm and safe you feel next to him. Yoongi wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer so you’re smooshed into his side. It’ll be a little difficult to eat, but it’s totally worth it to be this close to him.

“I missed my husband today, I don’t like waking up without you in the new house.” You’ve only just moved in after your wedding a month back, and with how busy Yoongi has been, he’s barely been home. Of course you don’t blame him, you never would, but it’s still hard either way. He smiles his cute little smile as he peers down at you, eyes just as gentle as his words.

“I know baby, just give me a few more days and I’ll have this wrapped up, hm? Then it’ll be me, you, and Holly in one big pile every morning.” It sounds like an absolute dream. You nod your head in a knowledge ent before moving out of his grasp ever so slightly, just enough to grab the food. It’s time to feed this man and then it’ll be time to make him take a long ass nap.

“I’m keeping you to that Mr. Famous Producer Man. Now, give me some cuddles while I feed you chicken.”

#yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts drabble #yoongi drabble #yoongi oneshot #bts one shot

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vioartemis · 1 year

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One last time

(Tara Carpenter x fem! Bridger! reader)

Summary: Amber and Richie planned on framing Sam and you for the 2022 massacre, as you were both daughters of past Ghostfaces. Only thing; the fans never get a happy end. Neither do you. Request is here :)) a/n: This is pretty short I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything else 😭 Warnings: blood, injuries, death (reader), angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“Imagine the headlines tomorrow: ‘Billy Loomis’ daughter went mad and killed her friends with the help of her accomplice, Roman Bridger’s daughter! The two wanted to pursue the legacy of their fathers.’ Now that’s what we want to see!” Amber said, holding a knife to your throat

Your little group was gathered in the kitchen of her house after Richie and her tried to kill you and exposed their plan.

“What are you talking about? Roman died in 2000, he doesn’t have a daughter.” Sidney said

“No one here is his daughter!” Tara yelled

Richie turned to you with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, you didn’t tell her did you? I thought you would’ve, when Sam confessed being Billy’s daughter”

All eyes were on you.

“Fuck you.” you spat at him

“Y/n…? He’s wrong right…? You’re not…” you gave Tara a guilty look “Oh my god… why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because… because I didn’t want to lose you… I was scared you would leave me if you knew…!”

“How am I supposed to trust you…? You lied to me for more than two years! Two fucking years Y/n! How can I know you’re telling the truth? Maybe you’re with them. Maybe-“

“Don’t say that…” you started to tear up “Please don’t say that…”

She looked away from you, like she couldn't bear to see you again. That broke your heart.

Lying to your own girlfriend for two years hurt you too. You wanted to tell her, you tried multiple times. But every time the words got stuck in your throat.

“Ow sorry, I think we messed up your relationship…” Amber smirked at you

You didn’t think about her knife still on your throat and punched her in the face. No one saw it coming.

Sidney took this opportunity to take a kitchen knife and attacked Richie, too focused on you to defend himself.

Everyone started fighting everyone. It was a messy fight; everyone was a little confused by your sudden punch at Amber.

You tried to protect Tara from the fights, pushing her away when Richie tried to stab her. They made her question your relationship? Fine. You would make them pay for that. But the most important thing was keeping her safe.

At one moment, you got thrown against the counter. You got up quickly, but Amber was now ready to shoot you. When she pulled the trigger, Tara screamed.

“Aw come on, I’m like two meters away how can you miss such an easy shot?” you smirked at the killer

“Oh you…”

She was ready to try again, but Sidney slammed the hand sanitizer on her head, making her drop the gun.

Immediately you tried to take it, but Gale looked at you with suspicious eyes.

“Right, you don’t trust me”

You backed up, letting her take the gun.

Amber tried to explain herself and convince Gale not to shoot her, but she did it anyway. The girl fell on the stove and lit up.

“Holly shit…” you let out as she burned and fell on the floor

A scream was heard, coming from the hall. Everyone got out of the kitchen and ran to the hall, ready to help.

On your way there, you grabbed Sidney’s gun that slid into a corner earlier. Just in case.

When you arrived, Sam was standing in front of Richie’s dead body, covered in blood. She didn’t need help after all.

“Careful, they always come back” Gale said

Sam took the gun from her and shot Richie in the head.

You all sighed in relief, until you heard a scream behind you. Amber was still alive and was running toward you knife in hand.

Your body reacted before your brain could process what was happening. You shot her in the head before she could hurt anyone else.

“Y/n…” Tara said, next to you

“I know, I took the gun. I’m sorry, here” you drop it “I’m not with them I-“

“No you’re bleeding!”

“Hm?” you looked down. There was blood on your jeans. “Oh… yeah… I forgot about that…”

You were too focused on Tara’s well being you completely forgot about your own wounds. Multiple wounds.

You placed a hand on your stomach. It came back stained with blood. Your black shirt made it difficult to see you were bleeding.

All of a sudden, you collapsed on the floor, all your strength leaving you.

“Shit…” you groaned as the pain grew

Tara knelt beside you, concern written on her face. She lifted your shirt up to see where your were hurt. Three stab wounds and one bullet hole.

“When did you-“

The fight flashed before her eyes. When Richie was about to stab her you protected her. Three times. Then Amber tired to shoot you.

“You said she missed…!”

“Maybe I lied…”

You started coughing, blood coming out of your chest and mouth. Your girlfriend tried to stop the bleeding, applying pressure on your wounds.

"Sam call an ambulance!" she yelled at her sister before turning back to you "Y/n I'm sorry I told you that earlier... I didn't mean it I swear..."

"I know, I know..." you smiled weakly, putting a hand on her cheek and wiping her tears gently "It's okay my love... please don't cry... I want to see your smile one last time..."

"W-what do you mean 'one last time'...?"

"You can't save me Tara..."

"No no no no no..."

"C'mon... smile for me, my pretty girl..."

She held back her tears and cracked a weak smile.

"I love you so much..." you whispered, still smilling

"I love you too..."

You closed your eyes for a second, the light hurting you.

"Y/n...?" your arm fell slowly "Hey..." she shook you slightly "Baby please... Y/n...! Please wake up...! Don't leave me..."

She wanted to scream. You couldn't die. Not like that. Not now. You still had so many things to do...

"What about these holidays we talked about...? The amusement park...? The dates on the beach...? The sunsets you said we'd see together...? Y/n please..."

She couldn't admit it. Even months after. She still hoped you would come at her door one day, hug her, kiss her, take her hand and take her with you to some cool place you promised her to go.

But you never came.

Sometimes she dreamt about you. Waking up without you next to her was always heartbreaking. She kept the clothes you forgot in her closet. At first they still smelt like you. Not anymore.

It was like you really disappeared. Every trace of your presence slowly vanished.

Not the pictures though. Oh how much she cried looking at your selfies together, holding your favorite necklace tight in her hand. The one she gave you on your first anniversary. The one you never took off.

Everyone told her to move on, to see someone if she needed help. But she didn't need help. She needed you.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #scream #scream 5

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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Hello! A long while back (it's had to have been at least a year at this point), you and Mothman came into where I worked with the lovely miss Holly Mop (she had fur stuck in her eye and was squinting it; we rinsed it out and sent her home). I recognized her from your blog, but didn't know how to say I knew you and read (and loved!) your work without it being awkward, since things like legal names automatically come up in our system, and I didn't want you to be worried about it? But I've (1/3)

also felt bad since then about not telling you because idk, I feel like you deserve to know if someone Recognizes You from the blue hellsite. So I guess I just wanted to say: you and Mothman were very lovely, and Holly is genuinely the cutest shih tzu I have ever seen irl and that is saying smth bc I have seen a lot. I also made a point to make myself forget everything else from that appointment, so I also have no idea who you are beyond your pen name. (⅔)

Sorry if this worries you at all - it was absolutely not my intention, I just feel you deserve to know. And I’m sorry for not telling you at the time that I recognized you. I do not expect a response from you at all, I just wanted to let you know, especially if it makes you uncomfortable and would want to block me for it ;v; I hope you have a fantastic evening, and thank you guys for being so kind to your veterinary staff. (3/3)

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You're going to laugh when I tell you this, but if you're who I am thinking of, when you took Holly Mop away, I turned to Mothman and said, "I think that person knows me. Or maybe they've just got Tumblr vibes. I think it's the hair."

So if you are who I think you are, you have great hair, and thank you so much for taking such good care of Ms. Holly.

She normally comes out of veterinary rooms traumatized, and our visit to see you at [redacted] was the first time that didn't happen.

It was one of the reasons we signed ourselves up for the waiting list to move her primary care there, which we just have! Holly is now an official primary patient where you work (provided you are still there), so if you see us in the future, please feel free to say hi! (if you want to, no pressure) It makes us feel better to know she's in safe hands with people who care about her and who don't set her anxiety off.

And also, please don't feel bad about not saying anything the first time around. It can be hard to walk up to someone -- especially at your job -- and be like, "I like your shoelaces" (though it has happened to me a couple of times at Target, Walgreens, my hair stylist, lol) and don't worry about knowing our identities. There's a handful of people on here who know my legal name vs my preferred name -- all we ask is that it not get posted anywhere.

Thank you for letting me know though, and thank you again for taking such good care of Holly Mop. We really appreciated it, and you made her feel so much better. 💖

#holly mop

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cacoetheswriting · 10 months

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celebrity skin. (part five)

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 4.6k summary: a party from hell.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, mentions of recreational alcohol & drug consumption, emotional hurt / no comfort in this chapter (sorry, she's a little angsty), blackmail, family drama, mentions of minor character death — if i missed anything, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

celebrity skin. masterlist

The venue is filled wall to wall with people, half of whom you have not met before this night. They’re swaying to the loud music, talking over one another, and indulging in various colourful drinks from the open bar.

Sitting on a sofa in the corner of the large space, you’re watching the night unfold in front of your eyes. There’s a drink in your hand, a cranberry vodka, however, you haven’t touched it yet. Instead, the ice has long melted, causing lone droplets of water to drip down your arm.

A harsh scent of alcohol fills the air. It gets stronger every time a party attendee sits next to you, congratulating you on an incredible single with the band they never thought you’d ever play with. You go with the flow, the politeness you’ve been taught from a young age showing its wings, and thank each person that engages with you for coming tonight.

They ask how this all came about, you on a song with Corroded Coffin. A collaboration for the ages.

You answer honestly, to the best of your knowledge. “The powers that be organised everything”, and the person you’re speaking with laughs at your answer. Then they ask about a topic much hotter than the new record — your relationship with Eddie Munson.

The second the curly-haired rockstar is mentioned, a smile breaches your lips.

“That’s between me and him, for now.”

Which doesn’t stop anyone from trying to invade your privacy further. Wondering, out loud and with no shame, if what they’re reading in the tabloids is true. Is it just for show, or is it real? And then it goes one of two ways:

“Hope I’m invited to the wedding. It’s shaping up to be quite the party.”

“At least you’ll make a lot of money from this arrangement.”

Not one person wishes you well. Not one person says they’re happy for you, or for the Corroded Coffin frontman. It obviously makes you wonder why because you look happy… right? Why is your relationship such a big deal if you’re clearly happy?

Don’t you look happy?

But then, in between those conversations, your gaze finds Eddie with ease. His own brown eyes land on you every single time, without fail, as if there was some sort of magnetic pull between the two of you. He smiles wide, shooting you a casual wink from wherever he’s standing at the time.

And so, you force the treacherous thoughts deep, deep down. Squish them until they’re miniscule and a problem for later — which in retrospect, not a good idea — ‘cause right this moment in time, you’re definitely happy.

Eddie makes you happy.

You’re also just glad to see the rockstar is having fun, considering how reluctant he was to leave the comfort of his own home. He’s mingling and laughing. A pep in his step as he orders another drink. After all, parties are his element.

“God, my poor fucking feet hurt so much,” Holly sighs, dropping down next to you with an elegant bounce. “I honestly don’t know how you can perform in heels for multiple nights in a row when I can’t even make it through a couple of measly hours.”

You laugh. “No pain, no gain.”

“Okay, Magic Johnson.” Holly snorts while playfully rolling her eyes.

“Actually, I’d prefer to be Patrick Ewing,” you correct her, it’s a tease with a slight dramatic flare, “‘Cause who am I if not a New York Knicks fan.”

The giggle that escapes your friend is infectious. In between the lighthearted chuckles, she does her best not to spill the fruity drink in her hand, pressing the glass to her lips and taking a sip. She relaxes into the sofa, legs now extended outwards, a hazard to anyone walking by.

“Speaking of New York, when are you taking the rockstar to meet your parents?” Holly probes, brow raised.

“Oh god,” you dramatise in response, “That’s like a super serious thing, no? I don’t think we’re there yet.”

But Holly doesn’t give up as easily, seeing right through the front you didn’t even realise you were putting up. As your best friend, she knows you better than anyone. That includes moments like these, when you’re minimising feelings out of fear.

“Babe, be for real. He has already met your grandma and she’s arguably a lot more important than your parents.” Holly states, taking another quick sip of her cocktail. “No offence to Alicia and Brad, but we all know your family is ruled by the little lady who already hates your boyfriend.”

You sigh. She’s obviously right.

“So, what’s the real reason you don’t wanna take him home?”

Glancing over at Eddie, who’s lost in conversation with the producers of your record, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering what to say to her. “Because I’m scared it’s all moving too fast,” would be an appropriate answer to the question, but then again that’s not entirely true.

Holly nudges your arm and you turn your attention back to her immediately.

“I’ve just been really happy in our little bubble these last few months and I’m afraid if we venture further out into the real world, we’ll lose that feeling.”

Raw, honest. It’s a scary thing to say, but Holly doesn’t judge. She never does. Instead, her arm makes way around your shoulders and she squeezes you lightly when your head rests against her skin.

“With the way the two of you look at one another, I bet my sanity that you’ll be together for a very long time.”

And you hope she’s right.

Eddie walks up to where you’re sitting shortly after, politely asking your friend if he could steal a moment alone with you. Holly of course agrees, saying something about finding Jeff ‘cause he looks mighty fine tonight and she’s a little buzzed, “If you know, you know.”. You watch with a smile as she disappears between the dancing bodies while Eddie sits in the now empty spot, casually placing a hand on your thigh.

“Having fun?”

“I am,” you answer and lean in closer to place a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Even more now.”

He smirks at you. “I’m glad, baby.”

“Seems you are too.”

“I am.” Eddie nods, free hand now holding your jaw, as he leans in to capture your lips with his own.

The kiss is short and sweet, but like everything you and the rockstar do, it attracts attention from pretty much everyone in the room. A click of the camera, a flash of light. But neither of you care. Looking instead into each other’s eyes once you pull apart, as if you’re the only people at this party.

Even though putting a label on things wasn’t entirely necessary, it definitely cemented whatever feelings are floating within your core. And Eddie feels the same way. He actually feels a lot more than he’s willing to admit out loud. Partially because he’s always battled commitment issues, mainly because he’s really afraid of losing you.

Again.

Eddie Munson loved a good party.

This wasn’t always the case, since during his teenage years he was often excluded from every single guest list. Then he started dealing. Suddenly, the metalhead was a hot ticket, and even though people still didn’t care for his company, they liked the stuff he brought. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention — as fake as it may have been.

Once Corroded Coffin made it big, and Eddie realised that people actually wanted to party with him for who he was, and not the drugs he had access too, (although, for some, it was a little bit of both), the rockstar decided he was going to throw the best damn parties Hollywood has ever seen.

It quickly became second nature. Make money, then spend it just as fast so other people can have a good time.

When the drinking, and other activities, got a little out of control, the guys tried to talk some sense into their friend with a little tough love: “Dude, those people don’t give a fuck about you! They only wanna hang out with you, ‘cause you’re rich.”. But Eddie was too far gone and he didn’t care to stop. His house was full of people every single weekend, most of whom he knew, and for the first time in his miserable life, the rockstar felt like the most important person on the goddamn planet. There was no way he was letting go of that feeling.

Then August ‘92 happened.

The evening started off as nothing special. Just another pool party to combat the unbearable Los Angeles heat. It was a common occurrence during the summer months, so Eddie didn’t think that night was going to be any different.

Surrounded by a group of girls that undoubtedly only want to get in his pants, he’s laughing at the unfunny jokes and taking advantage of the fact that he doesn’t need to refill his own drinks, the “groupies”, as Marianne calls them, gladly do it for him.

They’re brushing up against him and flirting with no shame while batting their lashes. Eddie usually eats this shit up. Matter of fact, he should be loving every second of it right now, but his focus has long shifted elsewhere, the girls a mere distraction from the actual object of his attention and desire.

From the corner of his eye, he’s watching you.

Jesus Christ. Eddie can’t believe you came. He can’t believe you’re actually here, at his house, seemingly enjoying yourself. And to say you looked fucking hot would be the understatement of a century. Splayed out on one of the lounge chairs, hiding from the sun, you’re wearing a white cotton blouse and skimpy denim shorts, and Eddie aches for his current conversation to be over so he can go and officially introduce himself to you — like he should have at the Grammys.

“Eds, do you want another drink?”

He barely registers the question, even with the girl who has her hand on his bare bicep, rubbing up and down rather seductively. Instead, the rockstar notices how you stand up and look around the party once, before walking in the direction of his big house. So Eddie thinks that now’s his chance, perhaps the only one he’d get, and following a quick internal monologue to pep himself up, he leaves the group of ladies disappointed, following you inside.

That was almost the last party Eddie threw.

You flipped this switch inside of him, one the rockstar didn’t even know existed. After that night, he no longer wanted attention from just anyone. Taking centre stage in his mind — and heart — was America’s favourite sweetheart. Even when he royally fucked things up, he only thought about you.

Though for a number of lonesome weeks, he wasn’t sure you were thinking about him since his actions proved nothing more than borderline douchey. So Eddie fell back into self-destructive behaviour just as fast as he scrambled out of it. The parties got louder, he became more obnoxious.

September 1992. Saturday Night Live.

That will be a night his band, his management, his friends, and even his fans, will never let Eddie forget. Unfortunately, for all the wrong reasons.

The drinks pre-show were free and Eddie had a mountain of feelings he desperately needed to get over, along with memories he wanted to bury deep, until they were nothing but specs of dust, flashes that didn’t resemble anything — especially not you.

He did his best not to slur his words during the live performance, and for the most part, he succeeded. Although that didn’t really matter since anyone in the rockstar's vicinity could clearly tell he was intoxicated. Eddie, leaning half his weight on the microphone, round sunglasses covering his bloodshot eyes, should have never been allowed to set foot on the stage that night.

Let alone twice.

Under the dim stage light, as they hoped to conclude their last song without a major incident, Eddie’s band mates were exchanging worried glances. The Corroded Coffin frontman had a couple more drinks in between sets and was barely able to follow along with the music.

Thankfully, behind the scenes, Marianne convinced production to shift the cameras away from unravelling Eddie, even switched off his microphone, and the only people left witness to his drunken mess were the folks present physically.

Eddie on the other hand couldn’t have cared less about how he was behaving since the alcohol didn’t numb him like he hoped, instead the thought of you being somewhere in the same city, overpowered his senses. Would it be crazy to hope you were watching? Would it be crazy to think that despite how rudely he treated you, you’d still show up like you both talked about?

Would it be crazy to try and find you? Search New York, high and low, in hopes that someone knows someone, who knows someone else, that knows where you live?

Instead, against his better judgement and everyone else’s rather aggressive protests, Eddie goes to the after party planned in his name.

Unsurprisingly, you didn’t come.

His black out was imminent.

The damages done to the restaurant came to just under five thousand dollars. The stress from keeping it out of the press robbed his team about two years of their life, so Marianne says.

And that was the last party Eddie threw.

Considering how out of control things had gotten, how out of control he had become at some point during the night while thinking about you with every drink that burned down his throat, it could’ve been a lot worse.

Eddie still only thinks about you. Difference being, now, almost a year later, you are attending a party together, and the alcohol no longer tastes like regret.

When he looks at you, like he is right now, under the fluorescent club lights, his heart increases tenfold. He wants to kiss every inch of your face, hold you close because that’s where you belong.

Things simply got better because he owned up to his mistakes and learned to open himself up to love, as scary as that feeling is sometimes. He’s not second guessing your intentions, because that would be cruel. He just loses himself in his doubts sometimes, since in the past, no pretty girl has given him the time of day without wanting something in return.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Eddie whispers against your lips, thumb gently grazing along your cheekbone. He proceeds to tell you how you make life a little more normal, and he’s grateful for it, despite always wanting fame. You tell him how attention is nothing if it doesn’t come from the right person, and he agrees, brown locks bouncing as he nods his head. Then he kisses you again.

And this kiss is arguably a lot more urgent than the last. Eddie is hovering over you entirely. One hand remains holding onto your face, while the other is on your waist, pushing you deeper into the sofa.

You can hear another click of a camera in the distance and despite your better judgement, that voice in the back of your mind, closely reminiscent of your Nana’s, telling you to push your boyfriend away, you slide your hands up his back and cling closer to him.

An inch of regret courses through your veins the following morning when you receive a call from your quite displeased team, “what the hell were you thinking?!”. You deflect. Unwilling for anyone to burst through the happy bubble you’ve found yourself in, you blame them for poor organisation and security ‘cause who even allows cameras to be brought into a private Hollywood event.

That regret is unfortunately also accompanied by a killer hangover and very little memory of what else has happened the night prior.

The empty spot in bed, usually home to a set of wild brown locks, should have been a warning sign ‘cause Eddie never woke up before you, especially after a party. You find him in the kitchen, at the spot where the two of you first met. His head is in his hands and you’re instantly feeling worried.

The happy bubble threatening to burst.

“Hey,” you croak, hoping to get his attention, “are you okay?”

Eddie’s as still as a statue. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence, or your question, and the worry in the pit of your stomach increases tenfold. So you approach him, movements slow due to the banging headache as well as the apprehension given your boyfriend's current position. Only when your hand hesitantly reaches his back, rubbing once downward while you position yourself next to him, Eddie lifts his head and tilts it to the side, finally meeting your eyes.

“Had a good night?” Eddie asks, shifting his stance so that your hand falls down to your side. This should have been a second warning; him trying to avoid physical contact.

“Y-yeah,” you force a smile, thinking that it’s needed, “You?”

“Not really,” he answers a little too quickly.

His brown eyes scan yours, for what exactly, you’re a little too hungover to realise. But the longer he stares at you, the worse you begin to feel. A certain dread spreads through your insides, causing your stomach to drop. What’s happening right now? Actually, what happened in the late hours of last night that’s causing this sudden rift between you and the rockstar.

“What’s going on, Eddie?”

The tone of your voice is so quiet, you’re unsure he’s even heard you. But then a sigh escapes his lips. He briefly glances towards the back door, out towards the pool, before settling his gaze back on your frame.

“I think we made a mistake,” he says a little too bluntly. “I-I don’t think we should have labelled this so soon, and ehm… This is nothing on you, sweetheart. I’m just not the relationship type.”

Dumbfounded, is a little too plain to explain the feeling that you’re experiencing at this very moment. Betrayed would be a better word, but that would mean Eddie is after saying those things. That he’s really after shattering your entire world in the space of a few mere seconds. Betrayed would mean your gut instinct, the one you have ignored ever since you’ve met the Corroded Coffin frontman, was always correct: he was no good.

Used, is how you begin to feel as Eddie continues to list reasons for why he can’t actually be your boyfriend and how you’re better off simply being friends with benefits, or whatever it is the two of you had been over the last few months. Used fuels the anger inside of you because, to you, deceit is worse than cheating. And he seems so nonchalant about it, which only adds to the fire.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Eddie stops mid another lame excuse and for the first time this morning, he reaches for your hands, fingers gently grazing against your skin, which only adds to the pain you’re beginning to endure.

“Sweetheart…”

“No, no.”

You retreat, unwilling to let the rockstar hold you since he’s after breaking your heart like it was worth nothing — Jesus H. Christ, this is some sick and twisted deja vu.

Instead, you cross your arms across your chest like a shield while taking a step away from the man you realised now you definitely loved, yet one that clearly didn’t love you.

“I-I guess I’m just confused as to what’s changed since last night—”

“I’m not the relationship type,” Eddie cuts in, repeating what he’s already said, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything towards you. I like you, sweetheart. A lot.”

“Eddie, come on,” you scoff, tears threatening to breach through the confines of their home, “Do you realise how ridiculous you sound right now? If you feel something towards me, I-I don’t get how being called my boyfriend and being exclusive with me is the worst thing on the planet.”

When he doesn’t immediately reply, you continue.

“Unless that’s it. You don’t want to be exclusive because the thought of keeping your dick in your pants when I’m not around is too difficult, or having other people throw themselves at you and not immediately act on it is something Eddie Munson simply cannot do.”

“That’s not it,” the rockstar interjects.

“Then fucking enlighten me, Eddie, because you’re making no fucking sense right now!”

Again, he doesn’t say anything. And it’s precisely because he’s not showing any willingness to be honest with you right this moment, after endless prior conversations about how that’s the one thing he will always be, you decide for your own sanity that this isn’t a relationship you can fight for.

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

Three words you’ve spoken to him before, only this time they hold a lot more weight. This time, they signal an end to something that was only after getting a proper beginning. The end of America’s favourite popstar and the Corroded Coffin frontman — a headline that broke on Page Six the very next morning.

Eddie watches you leave. Frozen in his spot as you rush back to the bedroom the two of you have shared the last few months. And his heart aches because unbeknown to you, this is not what he wanted to happen.

Unbeknown to you, this is not how he actually feels. He doesn’t want to end things with you so soon after they’ve begun. He wants you. He wants to be your boyfriend, if not more.

He just can’t.

Last night’s party was the main catalyst behind the rockstar’s actions this morning. The attendance of a certain someone that wasn’t actually invited was a shock to Eddie’s drunken system, and the reason behind why he simply can’t tell you anything, especially the truth.

(Not right now anyway.)

Chrissy Cunningham.

The preppy blonde was the only person Eddie loved before meeting you.

Despite not ever being anything more than friends, at least on a physical level, for the longest time, Chrissy was Eddie’s only supporter. The only person to show him kindness and shower him with care he undoubtedly deserved.

Chrissy encouraged Eddie to follow his dreams, pursue a career in music, because out of everyone in Hawkins, she truly believed in his talent.

Then she died.

Suddenly, Eddie was not only left with a hole in his heart, but he also found himself at the centre of a murder investigation. Despite being declared innocent, her death nothing but a freak accident, the scars on the rockstar’s body remind him of the events of March ‘86 to this very day.

He told you a little about what happened, just failed to mention Chrissy. Not for any particular reason, he just doesn’t talk about her as a rule — unwilling to reopen the wounds he so desperately tried to heal over the years.

And because he doesn’t talk about Chrissy, or mention her name and what she meant to him, Eddie never expected her to be brought up.

Especially not a Hollywood party of all places.

Eddie first spotted your grandmother mid-performance of the band’s single with you. She approached him shortly after, when you excused yourself to take some shots with Holly, leaving the frontman alone.

“Even I cannot deny that it’s a good song,” she states simply, as Eddie eyes her suspiciously.

“With all due respect, ma’am, I don’t think you were on the guest list.”

She scoffs. “Just like my lovely granddaughter, I can get myself on every single list I want, and even though I don’t necessarily want to be here, I do have something to tell you.”

Eddie cocks a brow, “Oh yeah?”

“Hawkins is a lovely little town,” she says, not missing a beat. “It’s quaint. Reminds me of a place I spent hiding my pregnancy all those moons ago, but that’s a story for another time. Or not. Depends how well you listen to me right now.”

“What do you want?”

“Does my granddaughter know about Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie’s face falls the second Chrissy’s name escapes your grandmothers painted lips, though he doesn’t get a chance to actually reply to the question, because she’s quick to continue with her agenda.

“I suppose not. Your uncle Wayne was really quite open to tell me about her though, about what she meant to you.”

She pauses, tilting her head to one side.

“I am sorry for your loss, Edward.”

Another brief pause.

“Yet I can’t help the curiosity, why didn’t you tell my baby about this girl if she supposedly played such a big part in you pursuing your dreams?”

“Don’t do this—”

“Do what, Edward? I’m just trying to learn more about the boy my naive granddaughter is willing to risk her entire career for. Again, your uncle Wayne was very helpful in this department, considering you practically shunned me from the dinner I organised for this exact reason.”

“Listen—”

“No,” your grandmother interrupts, “We both know you’re not good enough for my sweet angel and this entire Chrissy situation you are trying really hard to hide from everyone, only proves my point,” she snaps and Eddie’s feeling grateful that the place is a little too crowded and a little too noisy for anyone to hear what’s happening at this very moment.

“Edward, if you have nothing to hide, if you’re really innocent and played no part in the poor girl's death, why can’t the world know? Feel free to answer me, I’m just trying to get some insight into who my granddaughter has chosen to date.”

Eddie swallows his breath, unsure of what to say because it’s these types of conversations he’s been trying to avoid by not bringing up Chrissy.

Ever.

He didn’t do anything to the girl he loved. He is one hundred percent innocent, and the courts proved his side of the story. Yet, he’s been ridiculed and questioned left, right, and centre.

Only Max and Wayne know that the final reason as to why he’s decided to leave Hawkins behind for good, was to get away from the rumours and the people that didn’t believe him. And as he rushed to chase his dreams, he swore he’d never bring this up. Swore to never mention Chrissy’s name to anyone, or the fact that she’s been the inspiration behind numerous Corroded Coffin singles.

In a way, it was freeing. In Los Angeles, Chrissy Cunnigham was nothing but a figment of Eddie’s imagination.

Until this very moment.

“I didn’t kill her.”

“I know,” your Nana states, “But it wouldn’t take a lot to make people in Hollywood believe that you did and then your image is ruined, your career starts to decline, and the only other person that’s affected besides you and your bandmates, is the person you claim to feel something for. My granddaughter.”

Eddie’s heart sinks. He glances behind your grandmother’s shoulder to where you’re standing at the bar with Holly, laughing at something your friend has said seconds prior.

He’s happy with you. He’s happy to be known as your boyfriend.

And it’s because of that happiness, he knows he cannot ruin your life by involving you in something that happened before he was even famous.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” the rockstar mumbles in a defeated tone.

“She’s going to hurt either way,” your grandmother says, “But if you end things with her on your own, I promise to keep Chrissy’s name out of the press, so you’re only breaking my granddaughter's heart and not simultaneously ending her career.”

The metalhead hangs his head low, closing his eyes momentarily to try and gather his tipsy thoughts. His lack of rebuttal is enough for your grandmother to claim her victory. She places a hand on the rockstar’s shoulder and squeezes once, faking remorse.

“And Eddie,” she continues, “I wouldn’t tell her about this conversation, and I also wouldn’t be so brave to tell her about Chrissy yourself, because with a snap of my finger, the whole world will know. Then you gotta ask yourself, what’s more important? Your happiness, her happiness, or the careers you both worked extremely hard for.”

She lets her hand fall and walks out of the party with her head held high. Unseen by you and unnoticed by everyone else here, almost like a ghost. Like the conversion never happened.

But the ache in Eddie’s chest is proof enough. He knows what occurred, just like he knows what he unfortunately needs to do — which is break your fucking heart.

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

TW for SA. Yes, even though Jonathan didn't touch her, it was a form of sexually violation. We don't bring this up enough or the fact that Nancy shoved her feelings about it aside and then slept with him after being convinced to. It wasn't fair to all parties involved, but most importantly, Nancy and Steve, that this was how they started out. Yes, Steve was violated, too. I will be addressing that in another chapter. If you're going to do this in fiction, address it so all parties can have closure. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to my fellow SA victims. Yes, I am a victim of SA, and some of my feelings bleed through there. This is for me and others like me. I also felt like I needed to do it for Nancy and her character, whose agency is constantly being taken away. She was in control when she slept with Steve but not when Jonathan took her picture and it was certainly in question when she slept with Jonathan. People always flip it around so Jonathan doesn't look quite so bad. Sorry, this is so long. I hope I did Nancy justice.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Jonathan wanted to give Nancy her stuff back, which was awkward, to say the least. Unfortunately, he got called into the Hawkins' Post when Nancy showed up, and so, he left her with Will. It was another awkward moment. What do you say to the person who's older brother you dumped?

"I'm glad you and Jonathan are able to be friends," Will said.

"What? Oh, yeah, me too," Nancy said and paused. "You're not upset with me for breaking up with him, are you?"

"No! I mean, it sucks but if things aren't working out between you, you shouldn't make yourselves miserable trying to make it work," Will said. "Jonathan told me some of what happened, not all of it, and he's glad that it went the way that it did. It could have gone much worse. The fact that you still want to be friends with him means something to me, too. I'm glad that he'll have someone to hang out with who isn't me."

"Yeah, me too," Nancy said softly.

"Of course, I understand if it's still awkward. If you want to leave before he comes back, he said your stuff was in a drawer in his room," Will said.

"That'd be great, actually. I promised Holly I would take her to the mall. I thought I would surprise her with an old friend," Nancy said.

"Steve?" Will asked.

"Yeah," she said and turned to head towards Jonathan's room.

"Nancy?" Will asked.

"Yeah?"

"You're a great big sister," Will said.

Nancy was grinning from ear to ear when she entered the room. While it was true that Dustin was her favorite and apparently, Steve’s as well, she did have a soft spot for Will, too. Nancy hummed thoughtfully as she looked around the room. She pulled out the bottom drawer of Jonathan's desk. Nope, she didn't see anything that looked like it belonged to her. Just to make sure, she pressed her hand to the back of the drawer. Nancy frowned when she came into contact with a small cylindrical object. Curious, she pulled it out. It was one of Jonathan's rolls of film. She wondered what was on here. Her curiosity won over, and she unrolled it, holding it up to the light. Her heart stopped. No, these photos were destroyed. Jonathan wouldn't still have copies? The proof was in her hand, though. He had somehow kept them.

She vaguely heard the front door open and the sound of Joyce's voice filtering in from the other room. Nancy knelt on the floor, still clutching the evidence in her hand. Everything had happened so fast then. . . Will went missing. . .Barb went missing. . . There was a monster on the loose, and she didn't have time to think about Jonathan taking those pictures. It wasn't just of her. It was of Tommy, Carol. . .Steve. She thought back to their argument in the woods.

"You said I was saying something, and that's why you took my picture," Nancy said.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else. It was like you were alone or you thought you were, and you could just be yourself," Jonathan had said, and as she thought about it, that was fucking creepy.

You were alone, or you thought you were. No, there was someone in the bushes taking a picture of her most private intimate moment.

"That is such bullshit," Nancy had told him. "I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him - "

"You know what? I just thought it was a good picture," Jonathan said.

So, him saying earlier before that he shouldn't have taken that photo that had been just bullshit? The more Nancy really thought about it, the more she realized how wrong it all was. . . How wrong Jonathan was and how he wasn't even sorry for taking that photo. He had invaded her privacy, not just hers but Steve’s as well. She felt sick to her stomach. She had slept with someone who didn't care about whether or not her privacy had been violated and who didn't understand the boundaries he had crossed even with his reason for doing it. Keeping the copies of the photos had proven that. And she had gotten mad at Steve for breaking his camera when he was just defending her and himself. She thought about Jonathan's hands all over her, and she wanted to be sick. She kept pushing it away, pushing it down and pretending like what Jonathan did wasn't that bad. She had gotten mad at Steve for wanting to pretend that everything was okay for one night when it was really her who was pretending and laying it all on Steve, too.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else."

"This isn't you, Nance."

Why wasn't it her? Why was sleeping with Steve. . .being with Steve wasn't for her? Why couldn't everyone see that it didn't matter what it looked like on the outside to them? On the inside, Nancy wanted to be with him. . .wanted to make love to him. It only mattered what she wanted, what Steve wanted. They made the assumption that she didn't really want Steve, and without even really realizing it, she started to believe it, too. She had always been a planner when it came to the things that had mattered to her. She had planned on being with him the moment he started talking to her. She had made plans to sleep with him. All that she wanted was for it to mean something to him, and it did. When she told him to stop, he did. When it came down to it, Steve had made sure that it was her who made the first move when it came to initiating sex because he knew she felt more comfortable taking control and he wanted it to be what she wanted. . .the way she wanted it.

Sure, she had feelings for Jonathan, but she hadn't planned on sleeping with him. . .on acting on her feelings because something had been holding her back. It hadn't been just Steve, but it had been the most important part. She had been slightly drunk that night and filled with a euphoria that her plan to take down the lab was going to work. . .that she was finally going to get justice for Barb. She had wanted it to be Steve beside her. She had been set on believing that she had been settling for Steve, but maybe it was the other way around. Maybe she was just settling for Jonathan. God, she was an awful person. The sound of Joyce walking down the hallway with Will broke Nancy out of her thoughts.

"Why are you here without Jonathan?" Joyce asked.

"I'm not alone. Nancy's here. Jonathan had gotten called to the Post. Nancy came here to collect her stuff," Will said.

"Oh, that's always tough," she heard Joyce say, and then she popped her head into the room. "Nancy, honey? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Really," Nancy said weakly.

"I would believe that if you weren't crying," Joyce said.

Nancy hadn't even noticed it until she had pointed it out. She touched her cheek and realized it was wet.

"Oh, I am crying," Nancy said. "He kept this."

"What is that? Is this one of Jonathan's film strips?" Joyce asked. "Full of sentimental photos?"

"I wouldn't call them sentimental," Nancy scoffed.

"May I see?" Joyce asked softly.

She really didn't want to, but she knew Joyce, and she knew how determined she could be. She released the roll into her hands, biting her lip. Joyce held the strip up to the light. Nancy watched her pale considerably, and she rolled it back up. Joyce turned to Will, who was standing in the doorway looking concerned.

"Will, go into your room and blast the music," Joyce said. "I don't want you to hear any of this."

"Mom - ," Will started to say and she gave him a look.

Will looked at Nancy and then wandered off toward his room. A moment later, they heard the music blasting.

"Do you drink coffee?" Joyce asked softly.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

Joyce helped her off the floor and walked her into the kitchen. She started the coffee and placed a box of tissues in front of Nancy. The roll of film was placed on the table, and honestly, it felt like it was staring at Nancy. Suddenly, Joyce set a steaming mug in front of her.

"Do you want me to call your mom?" Joyce asked softly.

"What? No, I'm okay," Nancy said.

"I understand if you wanted to press charges against Jonathan," Joyce said gently.

"Press charges?" Nancy asked.

"For taking those photos of you with Steve. That was Steve’s house, right? The night Barbara died?" Joyce asked. "Look, when Hopper gets busy with work, he usually comes over to complain about Mike and El. If you feel that it's what you need to do, I'm not going to be mad at you, sweetheart."

"I couldn't do that to you and Will," Nancy said and sipped her coffee.

"So, what do you want to do?" Joyce asked.

"I just want to move forward, but I need time to let myself feel all of this. When Barb died, I tried so hard to pretend that everything was alright, that what he did was okay because, in a way, it led to us finding Will. We knew what happened to Barb. I pushed what he did to the back of my mind. He captured me in my most intimate moment. It was my first time with Steve. . . With anyone," Nancy said. "And the bigger picture was Will and Barb. It made it easier to focus on that and push everything else aside. It was too much on top of everything else."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Joyce said.

"I understand, I think, why he did it," Nancy said.

"You do?"

"He spends so much time behind the camera that he can't see the boundary line, and in some way, I think he uses that to keep people at arms length but at the same time, trying to get to know them. And I understand that he probably doesn't even know that he crossed a boundary, that it's harder for him to recognize that. He uses the camera to push people away, and sometimes, in doing so, it hurts them because it's easier to do the wrong thing in order to protect yourself from being hurt. I think if he just steps out from behind the camera, he'd get a clearer picture," Nancy sighed.

"I noticed that too," Joyce said softly.

"I know all of that and know he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt me, but he did. He crossed a line, and I just need time, I think, to be around him again," Nancy said. "I don't know how to do that, considering I work with him."

"You leave that to me," she said, patting her hand and squeezing it gently.

"I think it wouldn't have been so hard right now if I hadn't acted on my feelings for him," Nancy said.

"I think it would help you if you talked about it with someone. It doesn't have to be your mom, but it might be better if it was," Joyce said softly.

Joyce didn't say anything else, just squeezed her hand as they finished drinking their coffee in silence. A moment later, they heard Jonathan come through the door, and judging by the sound of his voice, Hopper had arrived at the same time that Jonathan did. They immediately noticed the tension in the room.

"What's going on? Nancy?" Jonathan asked, and she refused to look at him. "Is that my film? Did you go through my things?"

"Oh, getting mad about your invasion of privacy is not something that you want to do right now, Jonathan Byers," Joyce said.

Nancy's jaw clenched, and her cheeks flushed with anger. She picked up the film, stood up, and chucked at him. It bounced off his head and landed near Hopper's feet.

"You asshole! You kept copies of the photos!" Nancy shrieked.

Joyce placed her hands on Nancy's arms, rubbing them in comfort.

"Nancy, honey, I got this," Joyce said.

Hopper picked up the film and unrolled it, held it up to the light.

"Jesus," Hopper said, and his jaw clenched, his eyes looking at Jonathan in anger. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you would be in if anyone else found these? Do you have any idea what you did to Steve and Nancy by taking these photos? Do you know what this photo is?"

"It's just a picture, and I forgot I had them," Jonathan said.

He actually looked guilty, and Nancy wondered if he actually felt bad about taking them or that he got caught.

"They're just pictures," Jonathan repeated.

"Considering both Nancy and Steve were underage at the time. . . You were, weren't you?" Hopper asked, and Nancy nodded. "That's child pornogrophy! Even if Nancy didn't charge you, I would still have to arrest you for that alone. Not to mention taking the photos of the other kids involved without their consent. I could add harassment charges to that as well as trespassing. With what a hard ass Steve’s dad is, he could throw everything at you, and he would have the resources to do it, too."

"I was looking for Will," Jonathan said defensively.

"The minute you started snapping these photos is the minute that you stopped thinking about Will, so don't use your brother to try and escape the fact that you fucked up," Joyce said and sighed.

"Do you want to press charges?" Hopper asked Nancy.

"No, I just want to go home," Nancy said.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't all that angry right, she was mostly just tired. Just so drained of everything. Maybe she'll be angry later.

"Hop, do you want to take Nancy home, please? I want to talk to Jonathan," Nancy said.

"Sure," Hop said and looked at Nancy softly as he pocketed the film. "Come on, kid."

The first few minutes of the ride back home was a silent one at first.

"You going to be okay, kid?" Hopper asked.

"I thought it didn't bother me what he did. I thought it was Steve who was overreacting when he broke Jonathan's camera, but maybe it was me who was underreacting. I want to forgive him, but I think I need to feel everything that I've been pushing away right now," Nancy said. "In time, I think I will be okay."

"I've seen you take on anything. You're one of the strongest kids I know," Hopper said. "You're definitely going to get through this. You got someone to talk to? I'm terrible at giving advice, but I've got two ears."

Nancy laughed as she thought about Steve and Eddie.

"Yeah, I've got friends," she replied.

They fell into silence again as she thought about what she was going to tell Steve and Eddie.

"So, Steve broke Jonathan's camera, huh? Good for him," Hopper said, and Nancy laughed. "You know, I have to ask Steve, too. I'm not going to arrest Jonathan either. I can't with the pictures that are also on the film."

"I know," Nancy said softly. "Steve would never tell his dad, by the way. He hates his dad."

Once they made it to her house, she climbed out of the vehicle and thanked him before entering her house. Karen was busy doing laundry, so Nancy quietly climbed the stairs to her bedroom, where she threw herself onto her bed. There was a tiny knock on her door, and she smiled when Holly's blonde head popped into the room.

"Nancy?" Holly asked, and suddenly Nancy remembered that she was supposed to take Holly to the mall.

"I'm sorry, Holly, I know I was supposed to take you to the mall, but I don't really feel good right now," Nancy said. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"Okay! I'll be right back," Holly said.

When she came back, her arms were full with her blanket, pillow, and stuffed rabbit. She threw them on the bed and struggled to climb on up.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Moving up my nap time, duh," Holly said. "You can snuggle with Bobby since you don't feel so good."

Nancy smiled as she held her rabbit to her chest while Holly snuggled into her side. God, she wanted to stay like this forever. She couldn't wait to spend time with her tomorrow. It will be a brand new day and one step closer to a new beginning.

Chapter Five

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Sing A Song For California

Nick Folio x Ofc (Mel) Content Warnings: oral sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don't be dumb like these guys, wrap it up) Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. None of this happened. If this isn't your thing though, then hit the back button or scroll on. So, this started as a smut prompt (found here) request from an anon for Folio with the prompt of Louder/Quieter and it uh, kinda took on a life of its own. Sorry about that. This is a follow up to All We've Got's Tonight and happens to be PolyVerse adjacent. Seriously, I don't know why I'm like this. But anyways. Have at it! And dear anon, I hope you enjoy.

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<NF> So, you're in L.A., huh?

Mel looks up, confused, swings her head around to see she can spot him, but he's nowhere to be found.

<Mel> … You stalking me Nick Folio?

<NF> And if I am?

<Mel> I own pepper spray, you know

<NF> Hah. I promise to behave

…

I may have been checking out your Instagram… and what a coincidence, we're in the same city.

Her cheeks heat. She hasn't seen him since he convinced her to come to his show, days after they met. It's been awhile, months in fact, but it's hard to forget how his hands felt on her body, the heat of him against her. It doesn't help that every now and then she gets a text, or a dm on Instagram; just to check in, say hi. She's very proud of herself for keeping it casual, for not going any deeper, as if she were trying to build something.

<Mel> That is quite the coincidence.

<NF> Would it be too much to ask if I could see you?

It shouldn't be such a complicated question to answer, but it is. If Mel's honest with herself, she wouldn't mind seeing him again; has thought of that night plenty of times in the dark of her bedroom when she's feeling lonely. Not that she'd let him know that.

<Mel> That's bold of you. For all you know, I could be here with a boyfriend.

She isn’t. She’s been in town visiting her sister this week, but he doesn’t need to know that.

<NF> You got a boyfriend, honey?

Honey. The word spreads heat through her. She can still hear the almost taunting way he said it after he left a hickey on her neck. Can see the self-satisfied smirk on his face, proud of the proof they'd been together that'd stay even after he was gone. He's got a possessive streak, she thinks, and she doesn't know if it stokes the fire, or gets on her nerves more.

<Mel> …No. But the thought of you squirming a bit was worth it.

Even though it's probably not the smartest decision, Mel gives in; gives in to the pull in her gut. She might be mad at herself for it in the morning, but that's tomorrow's problem.

<Mel> … When would you have in mind?

They meet at some restaurant Mel knows she won't remember the name of. It's awkward, or at least it is on her side; it feels more like a date than she thinks it should. The place is casual, and she appreciates that, but it still seems a little much for something they both know is just going to end with sex. As loath as she is to admit it though, she missed him, missed his stupid face and the ways he can make her laugh.

There's a get-together tonight, at his bandmates' house, and he wants her to come, if you want to. It's said in a rush, almost like he's afraid she'll say no, and it's cute; how nervous he seems. Mel says yes, in the end, because why not? She's already here, sitting at this table with him… and what’s that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound and all that.

And that’s how Mel finds herself with a beer in her hand, sitting next to Nick Folio in the living room of a strange house, playing the most intense game of Uno she’s ever seen.

“Uno.”

The statement comes from the only other woman in the house, Holly, and Mel’s realizing she might be why the game is so heated. The other woman smirks into her remaining card as the men around them groan, and she can’t help but laugh. They’ve played three previous rounds and the woman in question has won all of them.

“Haven’t you won enough?” Nick asks beside her, eyeing Holly suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re not cheating?”

The woman scoffs, “It’s not my fault you all suck this game…” she trails off to point at Mel, “except her… she’s kept me on my toes the entire night.”

It’s true, if anyone has been close to beating Holly, it’s been her, and even as she tries to keep a straight face, Mel can’t stop the smile that curves her lips up. She’s next to declare Uno and thanks to Nick serving a reverse card, she wins the game, effectively stealing the other woman’s fourth win. Whatever she was thinking a “get-together” full of band dudes was going to be, it wasn’t this. It seems more like an intimate gathering among friends and it’s got her insides at war with each other; she’s a little giddy at the fact that he seems comfortable enough to bring her around his friends, but panic wants to take root in her belly. This is feeling like more than a casual hook up.

Yet despite the pterodactyls flying in her stomach she accepts the high-fives and congratulations with glee.

One by one, they seem to drop. First, Jolly, the tall Swede who plays the guitar in their band, bids them good night; leaving with a kiss pressed to Holly’s cheek. Next is the other Nick, the bassist, who everyone seems to call Nick or Nicholas, referring to the man who brought her here by last name only. Mel finds herself a little curious when he pauses after he says goodnight, leaning into Holly for a split second before seeming to catch himself. He jerks back, putting a little more space between them before kissing Holly on the cheek as well. Then it’s just the four of them.

Conversation flows. The easy back and forth she has with Nick seems to extend to Holly and Noah as well, and Mel takes the time to observe the other two. She’s sure they’re a thing. There’s a closeness between them that speaks of more than casual friendship. Yet before this moment, she was almost sure that Holly and Nicholas were the item. It’s information Mel files away for later, to ask Nick about if she gets a chance. They don’t stay for much longer though, long enough for the woman to pull the promise of a rematch from Mel before she and Noah walk hand in hand up the stairs.

The room feels charged as soon as they’re alone. Almost as if the only thing holding them at bay were the others in the room. Heat warms in her gut when he turns his head, smiling at her a split second before reaching for her. Mel goes willingly, allowing him to pull her into his lap and his tongue into her mouth as soon as their lips meet.

His kiss is as good as she remembers, so is the sound he makes against her mouth when her fingers weave into his hair and tug. He retaliates by slipping his hand under her shirt, working it up her torso until he can pull one cup of her bra down to pluck her nipple. She can feel herself clench around nothing as she pulls her mouth away to whimper.

“Shhh,” he shushes her, bringing her mouth back to his, even as his fingers continue to tease. Mel can’t remember the last time she was in this position; making out in a stranger’s house with a guy she doesn’t really know. It reminds her of times long past but before she can let herself spiral too much about how she’s too old for this and any other reasons she should stop, Mel decides to allow herself another night with Nick Folio and save any self doubt for the day after.

His hand abandons her chest to join the other one at her waist, both of them gripping tight to help grind her down against him. They groan into each other’s mouths, abruptly pulling apart when they hear a thud from the ceiling above.

“Are your friends going to mind if we…” She asks, panting.

Nick chuckles, breathless, “Nah, Holly’s here… which at the very least will keep Nicholas and Noah occupied, if not Jolly too.” He kisses at her neck as his hands leave her waist to grasp the hem of her shirt, distracting her before she can even begin to dissect what he just said. “And if we stay quiet enough, there won’t be a reason for any of them to come looking.”

Whatever thoughts or concerns she had about his bandmates—and Holly—fly out the window when he nips the skin of her throat; her fingers tightening their grip on his hair the moment he sucks at a particular spot. “You are not leaving another hickey on me.” Mel makes sure he can hear the adamance in her voice.

He looks up at her and smirks, “What’s the matter, honey?” There it is again, honey. Her insides turn molten when he says it, even as the cocky asshole continues, “Didn’t you like having something to remember me by?”

“I think you liked the thought of marking me as yours.” She throws back at him, leaning in to capture his lips again before giving him any time to answer. He kisses her back roughly, as if he knows exactly what she’s doing, but he lets her do as she pleases, letting her kiss down his neck to nip at his own throat. She sits back to tug at his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting her pull it from his body and Mel remembers how her mouth watered at the sight of his dick last time. How much she wanted to feel the weight on her tongue, so that’s exactly what she sets out to do.

She kisses a path down his chest, noting the ink now covering the expanse, sliding backwards on his lap until she can get to her knees on the floor. His pupils are wide in the low light of the living room when she looks up at him, his hands flexing and releasing against his thighs.

“I seem to remember you telling me there would be time for this last time. So…” her hands go to the button of his jeans, “are you going to let me have you in my mouth?”

He huffs, “I don’t think you need to ask, but yes.”

Their hands bump against each other as he hastily helps her get his pants shuffled down enough for her to take him in her hand. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking him in a loose grip until his hips lift on their own accord, chasing her hand as she draws back. Nick groans out loud when she licks at the head, wrapping her tongue around it as she closes her lips around the sensitive tip. He whines when she pulls back.

“I think you’re going to need to be a little quieter than that.” Mel says around a smile.

Rolling his eyes, Nick looks down at her, “We’ll see what you say about ‘quieter’ when I get my--”

His words cut off instantaneously, head falling back when she takes him back into her mouth, tonguing his shaft as she works her way down. Mel bobs her head, taking more of him with every pass until her lips meet the base. He’s a mouthful, but she can take it. She lets him rest in her throat as she swallows around him, massaging the underside with her tongue; a trick she learned years ago drives men crazy and Nick is no exception. Tears blur her vision and she finally slides her mouth back, then forward again as she blinks the tears away.

His head is still tipped back when she looks up at him, the long line of his neck exposed and even as his dick is in her mouth, she can’t help but think he’s beautiful like this; lost in the heat of her mouth with his fists clenched tightly in the back cushions of the sofa. Her eyes roll back as he raises his hips to meet her, yet just as they begin to work in tandem he’s patting at her shoulders, running fingers through her hair to her attention.

She hums, continuing to jerk him off when pulls off his cock, “What is it?”

Mel takes pride in the way he rolls his eyes at her, hand closing around her arm lightly to tug her up to him, “Come on… get up here.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“You telling me that if I reach my hand into these shorts of yours, I’m not gonna find you already wet?”

Standing between his legs, she plays with the waistband of her shorts. “Well, why don’t you find out?”

He surges forward, making quick work unfastening her shorts and thank god they have a little give because he doesn’t even bother with the zipper; just tugs them down her legs to let them pool at her feet while his fingers find the real prize. Nick touches her over her panties at first, smirking up at her triumphantly when the pads of his fingers brush against the damp fabric. And when he slips those fingers under the elastic hem, digits nudging through her folds to find her slick opening, she shoots a hand out to grasp his shoulder; something to keep her steady as her head falls back.

“Yeah.. that’s what I thought,” Nick says, and she can hear the smirk in his voice. He teases her, touching her everywhere but where she needs him the most. “Shit, come here.” His hands close around her waist, tugging her down to straddle his lap once again--

Her eyes roll back when she sinks onto him. Fuck, he feels as good as she remembers, splitting her open and filling her in all the right ways. Heat licks at her insides as she moves, want curling in the base of her spine when she closes the gap to bring their mouths together again. His hand weaves into the hair at the nape of her neck, fingers flexing and holding tight, and she moans, the sound swallowed by his mouth. It feels fast, and rough, and desperate, but it's exactly what she needs. Mel falls apart around him the second he presses his thumb to her clit, and he follows straight after, groaning into her mouth as he raises his hips, hilting himself inside her before he stills.

The morning after is less awkward than she expects. They both wake to the smell of fresh coffee and minimal teasing from his bandmates, although Mel’s pretty sure Holly’s presence has something to do with that. While she thought she knew what this was walking into it, every bit of this encounter has felt like something more than just a hook-up between casual acquaintances and she doesn’t quite know how to deal with it. So she doesn’t. She accepts the coffee, and later she lets Nick drive her back to her sister's house instead of calling a cab like she planned.

“So…” He begins as they pull up to the curb in front of her sister’s place. “If I wanted to get to know you more seriously… would you allow it?”

He almost sounds nervous, a far cry from the confident, almost cocky persona she’s accustomed to. His face gives nothing away when she looks at him, eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses.

She shouldn’t, Mel thinks. She should keep this as casual as possible because he’s a rockstar and while she knows they have something, it's something that’s probably better let be. But that is not what she says. No, what she says is, “Maybe.” Because she’ll be damned if she makes it easy for him. She smirks, leaning in to give him a kiss on his cheek before opening the door, “I guess you’ll have to see.”

#nick folio/ofc #nick folio x ofc #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #rpf #bad omens rpf #nick folio fic #nick folio smut #prompt fic

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Evermore: Part. 3

I just wanted to thank everyone for lovely comments! It truly makes me happy!

I also wanted to thank @hollybee8917 for making this beautiful mood board!

and to @princessofdarkwinter for editing this! love you!

The viewing room was quiet, and you sat alone with a small box in your hands. Andy, Sam, and Rachel along with the rest of the army stood in the back. You watched on as the funeral director prepared Ari’s casket. The casket opened, and you finally saw your husband. He was dressed in his uniform, rank stripes, and gloves. You then stood up and strolled over to the casket. The director moved to the side, and you stood over him.

You opened the box as your eyes began to tear up. Slowly it fell onto the items in the box as you remembered each item that you held dear to your heart.

You sat uncomfortably in the living room, resting your feet on the coffee table. The TV was on, and you sighed. You are now into the 9th month of your pregnancy and had the phone resting on top of your stomach while you were on a video chat. It’s 2 in the morning, and you were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t. Baby girl is on the move, and you couldn’t get comfortable. And not to mention, it's summer in Boston, and you are sweating.

You: I’m surprised that you aren’t sweating balls, Ari.

Your husband laughed, and he laid back into his bed.

Ari: Yeah, well, we do have an AC.

You: We too do have an AC, babe, BUT you're not carrying a baby, Ari.

You noticed the reflection on his face change, and you felt terrible.

You: Oh, Ari Bear, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.

Ari: It’s okay; I just wished I could be there. If I only knew-

You: Honey, no. Don’t do that. I know it’s hard on you wanting to be here for our girl. But you are doing what you love, and I support you in that. Do I want you here? Absolutely, I do. I know it hurts for both of us. But it’s going to be okay.

Ari: I know, honey, but this is our first. I wanted to be there for the both of you. I know family and friends are there to help you, but I’m your husband. And it’s my job to help and care for you.

You: I know but don’t forget you will be home soon.

Ari: God, I miss you. The food here isn't the same as what you make.

You laughed.

You: I miss you too, Mr. Levinson. You know, when you come home, what do you want me to make you?

Ari: I've had the sweet and sour chicken here. It's not the same when you make it. You make your extra sour.

You laughed again; seeing that smile from your husband made you giggly inside.

You: You know, there's something else that I do miss…Ari Levinson.

You watched your husband turn a specific shade of red, knowing only you can turn him into that.

Ari: Mrs. Levinson!

You: What! I'm pregnant, and I can't help myself if my hormones are out of whack…

You watched your husband burst into laughter. Just that smile brings you joy. Then you felt your daughter move again and brought you into an uncomfortable position.

You hissed in pain, and Ari stopped laughing.

Ari: Babe, what's wrong? Is it your back again?

You knew what he was talking about—an accident from playing soccer in college. The ball was behind you and you turned too late, as your opponent kicked you on your lower back. You dropped to the ground and screamed in pain. You couldn't get up and everyone rushed to your aid.

Ari was in combat training in the summer in South Carolina and wasn't able to leave to come see you during the game. Andy was in town on official business so he attended with your parents and was by your side when you were taken to the hospital.

You: I'm okay; the baby girl is moving again, and it's in an uncomfortable position. I'll be fine.

Ari: Are you sure?

You: I'm sure, Ari. It's happened before.

You both continue talking till you finally close your eyes.

The following day, you woke up around 10 am and sat up from bed. The door downstairs opened, and you knew it was your parents and your college best friend, Holly.

“Honey, we're downstairs. We have lunch.” You heard your mom say. You slowly got up and let out a sigh.

“Thanks, ma! I'll be down in a moment.” You yelled and went to the bathroom. Once you were done with your business, you headed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

Once you entered, your mom had your favorite, eggplant parmesan and salad.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom asked as you took a seat at the kitchen island.

“Uncomfortable, and the baby girl wouldn't stop moving last night.” You said, rubbing your belly.

“Trust me, sweetheart, it will be worth it in the end.” Your mother said, giving you a side hug and kissing your cheek.

You sat down at the dining table and let out a breath.

“Why do I feel like I'm always out of breath?” You said, breathing in and out like you got the air sucked out of you.

“That's because you're carrying a baby, love,” Holley said, giggling, and you smiled for the first time that morning.

Later that afternoon, you experienced pain in your lower back. The same ones you felt last night, except they were getting worse. You walked with Holly to ease the pain, which worked for a little bit. But when evening rolled in, the pain was growing, and it forced you to lean forward, and you laid your head down. Holley came into the kitchen to see you moaning in pain.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Holley asked as she stood next to you and rubbed your back.

“The pain isn’t going away and it's getting worse. I need to call Dr. Widow and meet her at the hospital” You said as you stood back up looking for your phone the pain eased a bit but you felt water trickling down your leg.

“Holly, I think my water just broke”

“Your parents will be home soon. Do you want me to call them and tell them to meet us at the hospital?” Holly asked as you nodded your head yes.

You called your doctor and told her about the pain you were experiencing and that your water broke as she told you to meet her at Mass Gen Labor and Delivery. You made your way to the car as you got into the passenger side while Holly was on the phone with your parents telling them she was driving you to the hospital and to meet up there.

The ride into Boston was smooth, but the fact that pain was much closer together compared to before. Your doctor explained that you were experiencing contractions and may be in labor. The baby isn't due until another week but the stress of not having Ari around may have caused you to go to labor early. By the time the nurses had you dressed and lying down, another contraction came. Your best friend came to your side and rubbed back as you breathed slowly, in and out. You wanted to scream, but couldn't.

And that's when you burst into tears.

“Y/N-”

“I miss Ari. I wished he was here.” You said wiping your eyes. Holly sighed and hugged you.

“I know it's hard, but you will get to see him in 4 months. I know it's long, but it will get here fast.” Holly told you.

Dr. Widow came in to check on you to see how much you dilated but as of right now you barely dilated 3 cm it will be a long way to go.

2 am

Early morning came, and you still haven't pushed yet since you barely dilated 5 cm. Holly stayed by your side since your parents called to tell you they won't be able to make it till morning since your father cannot drive in the dark and they got caught up with old friends that took longer than expected.

You slept for a few hours as the pain calmed down. Andy came to relieve Holly so she could go home and get some rest as she stayed with you since the afternoon. When you saw Andy, you let out a sigh of relief knowing to have your good friends around.

“Andy, it's late; how did you get in here at this hour?” You asked slowly, scooting up and leaning back against your bed as Andy helped you fix your pillow.

“Well, I told them that my goddaughter decided to come early and her father is deployed overseas and is unable to be here so they let me in,” Andy said as you smile

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked as you nodded your head

“A bit they gave me some epidural so they helped a bit”

“Just get some more rest cause when you are ready it will be a lot of work getting that goddaughter of mine out”

“Are you going to be okay sitting there?”

“Don’t worry I have some files I can work on,” Andy said and patted your hand.

As you slowly close your eyes, the most significant painful contraction of your life comes out of nowhere as you scream in pain. Andy got off the chair as you grabbed his hand squeezing it tightly as he coached you through your breathing rubbing your back.

“Ari bear!” You screamed wanting your husband with you. Andy sighed and took his phone out and to his luck, it was a text message from his friend, and that he was outside with her parents.

“Alright, Mrs. Levinson, let's see if we will have a baby today!” Your doctor said as she placed a glove on her hand and went to check. You watched your doctor as she made a concerned look. She pulled her hand out and threw the glove into the trash bin. You watched as your doctor turned to the nurse and ordered her to get the ultrasound.

“I know you have back pain, and your daughter isn’t coming down as fast as we would like it to be. It is a high risk of waiting for the baby to move in its position so, the other option would be a C-section. I ordered an ultrasound because I needed to see where the baby was positioned and the baby has yet to rotate.” Dr. Widow said.

You always wanted to have the baby the natural way but because of the risks you had no choice but to agree to do the c-section.

A sigh of relief came from you. But your thoughts of Ari came to you, and you quickly felt the emptiness. You heard Andy’s phone beep, and he went to pick it up. He looked at it and smiled.

“I need to step out for a bit, Y/N. I need to take this call.” You nodded, and Andy left the room. Before you could say anything, the door opened to your room and Andy walked back in. You gave him a look, and then your eyes widened. There he was, in his Army combat uniform, with roses in his hands. That familiar smile, and you burst into tears. Your hands covered your face, as you were unable to hold your tears. Andy patted Ari on his back, and he went out the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were coming in a few months?” You asked as you reached for him. Ari placed your flowers down. He bent down, and you wrapped your arms around him.

He still smelt the same as he always does.

“I got an early leave,” Ari told you as he pulled away slightly and kissed your lips.

You felt your cheeks burn with red and gave him another peck.

“Um, sorry to break it, but we must get this baby out.” Your doctor said, You laughed and wiped your tears, and Ari stood beside you, holding your hand.

The doctor explained to Ari your situation and his daughter and he agreed as they helped him put on a gown as you were wheeled out of your room, with Ari holding your hand. Andy said he will stay behind and keep updating your parents and Holly with news as Ari gave his best friend a hug before following you into the operating room.

Once at the double doors, Ari paused and you turned to face him. Ari bent down and you went to kiss him.

“Love you Ari Bear.” You said, kissing him.

“Love you too my queen.” He said, also kissing you.

You looked up, to see your husband take a seat above you. You smiled and he bent down and kissed your forehead. You felt some pressure from the anesthesia and you made a hissing sound. Ari rubbed your shoulders and within a minute the anesthesia kicked in.

“We're going to have a baby Ari.” You said looking up at him. The love showed in his eyes and he bent down and kissed your forehead, “I know, a long time making.”

You and Ari have been married for almost 10 years, but trying for a baby was nearly impossible. You had a few miscarriages and had many false alarms. But one day, you had a doctor's appointment for your yearly checkup. You had some questions for your doctor and one of them was you had symptoms of morning sickness and you took a pregnancy test. Since you had many false alarms, you wanted to discuss it with your doctor to ensure it was true.

And low and behold from the ultrasound, was your baby showing on the monitor.

Never had you thought you would ever be a mother and a miracle happened.

30 minutes later, you and Ari heard the beautiful sounds of your baby girl crying and echoing in the room. Your tears came down your face and one of the nurses signaled for Ari to come and to cut the umbilicord. Tears were coming and you were also getting giddy with excitement. Your husband came a few minutes later, and he had tears in his eyes.

“Is she perfect?” You asked. Ari wiped his tears and smiled, “Yes, she is more than perfect.”

One of the nurses came, with a little bundle of joy. A thick set of hair, ten little fingers, and ten little stubby toes. She gently placed her next to your cheek and you were able to place a kiss on her little chubby cheek.

The nurses then picked her up to get cleaned up and told you she will be back in your arms once everything is checked out. You were then wheeled back to your room after Dr. Widow had stitched you back up. A few hours later as you were resting, the nurse came in with your baby girl. You were still feeling tired from the anesthesia but you held your hand out, and she placed the baby into your arms. You cradled her into your arms and you were in tears again. Ari took a seat next to you on the bed and placed his arm around your shoulder.

“And before I leave, I’m going to need a name for your baby for her birth certificate” The nurse said.

You and Ari looked at each other and towards the nurse.

“Chloe Rose Levinson.” You said as Ari placed a kiss on your temple.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl” the nurse said with a smile leaving the room.

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see Andy standing next to you. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his. You both were quiet and then you let out a sigh.

“I know it’s time.” You said and sat up. You fixed your skirt and turned to Andy. The doors opened to the room and all of Ari’s friends and his troops were all ready to say their final goodbyes.

#andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson angst #ari levinson

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Heart of the TVA (my beloved)

(spoilers!)

HOLY SHIT!

Ok. Well this episode was something else. Absolutely brilliant.

I have to say that, so far, I´m realy loving season 2.

First two episodes of first season were my favourite, but first two episodes of this season are amazing as well and have even more of that beautiful chemistry between Loki and Mobius. But on top of that there is just much more softness and care in their bickering.

After that I was scared of episode three, expecting something similar to Lamentis. And yeah. It´s kind of similar in the sense we are most of the time out of TVA. But instead of being on exploding moon with Loki and Sylvie we are on a cute time travel adventure in a past and maybe it´s just me, but it had that Doctor Who vibe, cozy atmosfere and lot of Lokius content so hell yeah, I say! I´ll take it over Lamentis every fucking time.

And today? I was (once again) afraid we get something similar to episode 4 of s1. I was NOT expecting to be sitting in a chair and forgetting to breathe of uneasiness what will happen next.

And that creepy moment where Dox and all those other people died and Brad having PTSD from that exact form of tortue not being able to even MOVE, Miss Minutes smirk… that scene had me completly stunned.

And then pure terror in B-15 face? Seriously I was not expecting to be THAT invested in this plot line. I was terrified, I felt bad for them all.

Actually I was scared for ALL the characters (except Ravonna and Miss Minutes) the whole fucking time to the point I forget to drink my morning coffee! xD

The horror vibe, and all that fucking suspense?!!

The philosophical conflict beetween Loki and Sylvie and whole moral dilema?!!

The music?!

The funny and cute moments that were effortlessly woven in ?

And like a cherry on top: the relationship drama of it all?!!

Holly shit, what and epic journey! It went by so fast!

Also THIS SHOT?????

Heart of the TVA infdeed 💖🥹

With such a great start I am litteraly PRAYING right now for last two episodes to keep this level of awesome. There was evidently lot of work and love poured into it. (more then anything Marvel gave us in a long time) and I don´t want this season to end up being bad. I hope writers know what they are doing.

Anyway, no idea how I´ll survive whole week till ep 5.

Two hours latter and I still haven't recovered.

10/10.

My new favourite Loki episode.

(I´m sorry for messy text and bad english, but I really needed to talk about it.)

#loki spoilers #loki #lokius #marvel #mcu #loki and mobius #mobius m mobius #loki season 2

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happy sunday! it’s time for another preview of…

on the same frequency!

PS: the reason i’m doing these this way is because i kept making all these chapter moodboards but i didn’t know what to do with them because the fic is being released all at once, BUT since i planned to share some wips of each chapter anyway, i just decided to make them extra fancy! oh and sunday because the fic releases on a sunday… and seven in total because it was a seven (there’s seven chapters lol) 😈

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December 23, 1995

“And what’s that?” Holly points to a gray box with numerous dials and switches.

“That’s a transceiver. It’s part of my old ham radio.”

“What’s a ham radio?”

“Well, uh, it’s kinda like any radio—only you connect to specific radio frequencies used for non-commercial broadcasting… like it’s meant for personal communication and you can even communicate with people across the globe, although unlike a walkie-talkie, you need a license in order to transmit anything—I still have my license too—actually renewed it last year even though I haven’t touched a ham radio in years…”

December 23, 1985

Will checks his watch again, it was 10:23 am—What’s taking him so damn long?

Another three and a half minutes go by and then Dustin’s mother’s car comes into view and he watches him exit the vehicle and quickly hurry up the driveway. But before Dustin even has a chance to knock, Will opens the door and huffs, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, sorry. My mom kept arguing with me about not wanting me to go anywhere by myself anymore because of Jennifer Hayes—apparently she’s been missing since Friday—”

“Jennifer’s missing?”

🎶 a song from chapter two 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

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#chapter 2 preview #what can i say about this one? hmm…#some minor sadness and some nerds being nerds #2 down 5 to go!! see you next week for another preview!! :-)#on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler #byler big bang #byler big bang 2023 #bbb23

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Okay, I just got here. Sorry for intruding and I'm kind of freaking out about part 4 of Star Swap.

Because there are two Jotaros. Why is nobody talking about the fact that there are two Jotaros? Am I missing something???

Unless I am completely failing in Star Swap lore, in order to not become super convoluted and insane, a universe is localized to a Swap… probably? Anyway from what I understand three universes have an event happening in them and Star Swap is a series… except there's also an OLDER Jotaro here in Part 4! which would be the same Jotaro that experienced part 4 as Josuke! Which is causing problems in my brain.

… I was thinking it's either Joseph and Giono is the exception -Thanks to Hermit Purple Rrequiem- and swaps actually jumps across universes making Older Part 4 Jotaro have that Canon backstory.

…Or… hear me out..

JoJo

Specifically, Jotaro gets some of that Time Jumpy Amnesia and has not a single fucking clue what happened to himself.

JUST HIM

No one else

He is the sole one that gets bonk with a forgot stick

For all Jotaro knows: he blacked out, got possessed, and went to Egypt. Everything went well. His mom got cured and people survived, but STILL. said person that possessed him made a bunch of friends and now Jotaro has to deal with them. HE has to rely on other people's information to figure out what the hell HAPPENED.

Jotaro still gets that Battle Experience in and gets those cryptic forgotten fog of memories from the trip But Yeah

Jotaro has no idea what happened to him when that guy was possessing him. Jotaro doesn't know! he doesn't remember shit!!! All people got is theories.

I have a lot of thoughts and this is probably not even an issue.ARGGGG

.. I'm here thinking that for The Star Swap parts 3 and 4 to connect in an interesting way is Memory Blockage or else Part 4 Older Jotaro would have to walk on fucking eggshells if something wasn't blocking his memories because if he talks or says anything that doesn't link up then he breaks time. Jotaro's fault for actively getting involved!

Probably. I don't know!!! I'm just thinking!!!

you're correct, Parts 3 and 4 have been criminally neglected amongst all this chaos, so this is p e r f e c t

to clarify the universe shenanigans of everything: I've always been thinking that each "set" exists in its own universe. 1 and 6, 2 and 5, and then 3 and 4 all exist in their own sort of "pocket universe" just so we don't need to keep track of of all the inevitable changes and how they influence each other

that being said, funnily enough what you've brought up with Jotaro is REALLY close to what I've been imagining too!

Jotaro is So Fucking Lost when he wakes up back home. He feels like complete and utter shit and is covered in more bandages than he's ever had before. The last thing he remembers is his mom leaving after visiting him in the prison cell after he tried to shoot himself with Star Platinum

only...... when did Star Platinum have a name? When had it stopped being an evil spirit?

when had he stopped being scared of it?

Kakyoin and Joseph are of course INCREDIBLY worried by Jotaro's apparent and very sudden shift in personality. And of course, this panic only multiplies when they find they think Jotaro's stand has been changed as well. They immediately think it's a Stand attack......

but then Holly steps forward and denies this. That this is how Jotaro normally acts and more importantly, that she remembers seeing Star in the jail

now, technically this might be bending the rules a little bit, but I think it would be interesting to give Holly some..... memory weirdness. Maybe we can tie it into her Stand somehow, or maybe it's just For The Plot, but Holly has two distinct sets of memories before she collapsed from her illness

One where Jotaro comes home with her, quiet and awkward and open in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. And another where he refused to leave and shot himself in an attempt to goad a spirit hovering over his shoulder

this then raises the incredibly uncomfortable idea that the Jotaro they'd gone to Egypt with was the imposter. That there had been a fake in their midst the entire time and they never knew. Was he working with Dio? Another group? What was his goal? Why had he done it? And of course, the biggest question of all, where was Jotaro the entire time and why doesn't he remember?

because it's obvious Jotaro was somewhere. He has skills and knowledge he hadn't before. He's different, he's grown in some ways, but has receded in others

Electricity and loud sounds terrify him in a way that can't be described as simple fear

they do what they can to help and figure things out, but they can never find any leads. It actually during these investigations that Jotaro decides to start working with the Speedwagon Foundation on the side and "rekindles" his friendships with the Crusaders

(he finds himself drawn to Kakyoin at times. Or to be more specific, he's drawn to his Stand. The colors and shapes and eyes all feel so tantalizingly familiar, and sometimes he finds himself talking to the being as if expecting a response)

years go by, and the fog around his memories stays. It bothers him less as more time passes and he makes new memories with people who had a headstart on their relationship, but there's always a quiet niggling in the back of his mind about what could've happened

and then a decade later he finds a boy with a different face but identical Stand and temperament to match

#star swap #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #star platinum #jjba kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #jjba holly #holly kujo #sb answers #angstaceanon

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THE PROGRESSION OF OSWALD’S FEELINGS TOWARDS FELIX

So during my first reading of The Inky Mystery, I found it a little rushed for Oswald to have agreed to something romantic with Felix in the far future, especially since I felt at the time that there weren’t many indicators of Oswald potentially having romantic feelings.

OH BUT DURING MY RE-READ….

It’s hard to tell AT FIRST if you aren’t paying attention especially with EVERYTHING ELSE going on in the story.

Here is how Oswald’s feelings toward Felix changes overtime before the confession, along with most of their interactions(warning-I am not counting the times where Felix is genuinely compared to Ortensia cause that isn’t fair)(please let me know if I miss anything)

Was the cat trying to watch out for Oswald’s son? How kind of him. “Hello.” Oswald greeted the cat with a smile. Felix blushed from the tip of his pointed ears to the end of his tail.(69)

Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you treat my children so kindly.” His smile grew, and Felix felt himself heat up. “I really do hope we meet again very soon.”(69)

Ozzy, this is Boris, Cuphead, and Mugman.” Mickey indicated the three behind him. “And that over there is Alice and Holly, and you remember--”

“Felix! Nice to see you again!” Ozzy walked over to the cat with a bright smile. Felix ducked and flushed.

“Hello, Oswald,” Felix murmured. “Glad to see you’re doing well.”(85)

The rabbit sighed and scratched his ear. “I want to believe you, Felix. Sorry, I’m worried, and I can get hot headed,” he apologized, his sharp eyes turning gentle again.(88)

He had to admit after reading one of Felix' books as a bedtime story, he was colored impressed. He wondered how much was true and how much was embellished. It was hard to imagine the soft spoken man as this grand adventurer.(101)

“Mr. Oswald, hi.” The wolf kid waved with an uncertain smile. Oswald crossed his arms.

He was still getting used to talking again and didn’t really enjoy it, but he couldn’t stay quiet anymore either. It would devastate Mick and the kids if he went silent again.

That didn’t mean he had to be courteous to these people, though.

“We came by to look at the hole and see if we could do anything to help.” Felix stepped up. “We may have an idea of where Mickey’s at too.” Oswald raised a brow but pushed the door open.(101)

“Mr. Oswald,” Felix called from outside his door. “W-we aren’t leaving immediately. If you want to come, we can discuss it. But there are somethings that have be taken care of in town first.”

He threw the door open to see the cat author jump in surprise.

“What’s so important that my brother has to wait!”

“We-well, you see, one of the hostage requests is a girl. We still haven’t talked to her yet, and she isn’t in the best health to travel either.” Felix shrugged helplessly. “We have to plan carefully if we want to save Mickey.” That...was true. He had a bad habit of jumping in without a plan.(101)

Oswald swallowed and nodded. “Fine. But I am coming. You leave me behind, and I will call the police and report all of you.”

Felix’ ears dropped and a strange sorrow entered his eyes. “Of course.” Oswald ignored the pang of guilt he felt for threatening the cat. They had all lied to him. He had nothing to feel bad about, but Felix had been a wonderful visitor and a friend. The kids adored him.

“I’m trusting you Felix,” Oswald found himself saying. He watched the cat’s ears perk and eyes light up.(101)

He felt a bit guilty since he had to admit he didn’t completely trust Felix, and the cat had been nothing but kind and understanding. (103)

Boris is right.” Felix smiled at Oswald gently. “Mickey is a very capable person. I’m sure we will be able to get him back right as rain.”

Oswald tried his best to smile for the kind cat. “Thanks.” (103)

Oswald raised a brow. “Oh really?” He glanced at Felix. “Then hopefully Felix will get me chance to prove myself soon.” Felix looked up from his paper, eyes wide.

“Uh? M-me?” He blinked.

“You’re the most famous adventurer here, after all.” Oswald pointed to the book Holly had. “So, you’re the one that hands out the adventure cards.” He shrugged. “Makes sense to me.”( 104)

Oswald shrugged Felix off and walked away without a word. He looked at Felix and turned. “Mr. Oswald!” Felix called after him. “Mr. Oswald!” The cat went to follow.(105) (it’s unclear what happened between them after this but Oswald is less antagonistic toward cup for the rest of the trip and Felix ended up going to save Mickey instead of the brush despite it being at first a desperate attempt to get ozzy to calm down so in my eyes it counts)

Okay! Let’s go!” Felix said as he pulled Mugs and Boris away by their neck-wear. Oswald watched in entertained and perplexed amazement. Bendy felt like he missed something(106)

Oswald!” Felix stood too. “Wait, there has to be a mistake! We--”

“It’s okay Felix. I can handle this. You fellas just rest and relax,” Oswald said(106)

We’re all in danger as long as this thing is ticking,” Felix said pityingly. Oswald grimaced and looked from the door to Felix and back again. He clenched a fist and banged it against the car wall.

“Fine!” he growled and turned on Bendy and Boris. “But you make sure you get him out safe!”(109)

Holy stars. We’re alive.” Oswald slumped against the wall. Felix stepped up and patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice job Oswald.” Felix smiled.

The rabbit snorted. “You can call me Ozzy after this. Hell, call me anything you want. That was absolutely insane.”( 110)

Felix. He had a new respect for the cat. Soft spoken and kind. He had a tough side too. The toon had been steely yesterday. He was definitely the adventurer from his books. Oswald could see it now.(112)

“If he’s a demon, what is stopping him from going on a rampage with them? Maybe attack the angel’s city or something. I mean, that would make a lot of sense.”

“And you think Felix would actually help with that?” Mickey raised his brows.

“Maybe he’s lying to all of them,” Oswald suggested.(112)

Oswald stayed still, eyes wide as he absorbed what had just happened. How Felix had reacted. Until he felt heat in his ears and face. No way.(112)

“Ozzy?” Felix asked and followed his glance to the other side of the long table. “Is everything okay?”

The rabbit sighed. It wasn’t his business. It really wasn’t. He was having a good night with his friends and brother.(125)

The inky crew seemed curious, especially cupface, but Oswald could ignore them. Almost. All but Felix.(125)

Oswald sighed. “Let me guess. You said or did something and you’re wondering if this is all your fault.”

Felix’ eyes widened. “How do you know?”

Oswald laughed. “Because that’s how a parent thinks.” He grinned. “And I knew you were close to them, Felix.” (149)

Felix scowled. “It’s nothing,” he grumbled and stomped to the sidewalk, the others on his tail.

“Don’t give me that!” Oswald said. “Now show me.”

Felix rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt. A couple pieces of glass and a long shallow cut above his scars. Oswald paled. “I’m fine,” Felix said again and sat on the sidewalk(150)

Hey Felix, seems like we’re in the same boat.” Oswald smiled. (156)

You just be the nice fella you’ve been and listen when someone wants to finally talk about it,” Oswald said and shut his eyes.

“You sound so wise,” Felix said and smiled(156)

Oswald shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Worry about the others.”

Felix nodded. “Thanks Ozzy. You’re a great help.”

The bunny blushed and lowered his chin. “It’s nothing.” (156)

“Don’t worry Felix. I’ll save anything good for you.” Oswald winked. The cat ducked and pulled his hat down.(162)

Oswald blinked. “Okay. Weird. Felix? What’s going o- Why do you have antlers ?” The adventurer had two perfectly mirrored deer antlers right between his ears.(248)

Just the entirety of them in 251 but here are some personal favorites:

“Doubts? You?” Oswald tilted his head, looking surprised.(251)

Oswald flushed and scratched the back of his head embarrassed. “It makes sense that I instantly felt a connection with you. I mean, I understand not getting along with your family and being burned in the past too.”(251)

Oswald winked. “After all, you’re a cussing charming fella. How could they not love that smile!”

Felix flushed. Oswald blinked and blushed himself. Felix coughed. “Thanks!” the cat said quickly to save both of them from an awkward silence. “I appreciate that. More than you know.”

Oswald’s face got even darker, his ears fell. “Don’t mention it.”(251)

Oswald’s cheeks flushed before he raised his nose. “Brillant, huh?”

“You’re everything you listed and then some. I hope I can shape up to be half the father you are,” Felix said.

Oswald grinned. “Go on.”

Felix paused a raised a critical brow.

Oswald smirked teasingly. “I never said anything about being humble.”

The two burst with laughter. (251)

Okay, okay,” Oswald wheezed. “We better go before anyone bangs the door down.”

“Well, you’d have to get off me first,” Felix pointed out. Oswald looked down and seemed to realize that he was straddling Felix.

“Ah! S-sorry! Oops, sorry! Haha!” The rabbit's face darkened (251)

Oswald's eyes widened. Felix attempted to escape to the door, but a hand closed around his wrist. “Hey,” Oswald said, his tone had dropped. Felix glanced back to see the handsome bunny watching him intensely. “H-how about lunch tomorrow? I’ll buy.”

What was with that look? “Okay,” Felix agreed, feeling both excited and a little nervous. “What’s the occasion?”

Oswald smiled, but his eyes didn’t soften. “Does there need to be one?”(251)

The hand on his shoulder squeezed before pulling back. “Bendy and Boris need me. In a lot of ways, now more than ever.” He looked up to see Oswald's smile soften into something warmer(256)

Felix raised a brow. “You’d go into Hell for me?”

Oswald folded his arms behind his head. “Well yeah, Feels. You’d do that for me. I know you would. You’re amazing so I’m just trying to keep up.”

Felix felt his face heat up, and he laughed. “You keep up with me? Hahaha! Ozzy, I thought I needed to try to keep up with you!”

“M-me!” Oswald chuckled. “Well, I’ll be.” (262)

“He’s actually quite the fella. Super smart, fast, funny, bashful, and you’d think he’s all quiet but no. He is full of surprises! Right when I think I have him figured out, there’s a new twist. He can really keep me on my toes. But he’s a good fella. No, a great one. He’s trying to adopt those boys and it’s not easy. I’ve been trying to help and I swear they make those documents as dry as possible in hopes you’d give up! But Felix is smart. Smarter than me. And you should see the look in his eyes when he gets mischievous. You aren’t ready for it since he seems like such a nice strait-laced fella but he can be a real schmuck if he wants to!”(268).

#the inky mystery #babtqftim #qftim #qftim felix #felix the cat #oswald the lucky rabbit #felix x oswald #oswald x felix #idek how to tag this stuff #I think this is the first time I’ve made my own post about it #anyway read the inky mystery #it’s a long ride but it’s got some great worldbuilding!!!

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