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anthurak · 1 month

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Takeaways from the Volume 9 Epilogue:

One thing I really like about Oscar’s ‘If there was anything I wish I could borrow from you…’ monologue is that it laid out/confirmed something I’ve always felt was a major aspect of Oscar’s dynamic with Ruby that I nonetheless feel a lot of the fandom has missed: That Oscar very much sees Ruby as a mentor and an example to follow, and how their dynamic is specifically a foil to what we saw between Ruby and Ozpin. That Ruby acts as a mentor and example to Oscar in the same way Ozpin was to Ruby, and that Ruby is a far BETTER mentor and example to Oscar than Ozpin ever was to her. Which, as an aside, is a dynamic I can’t help but feel a lot of people have been misinterpreting as ‘ship-teasing’ and is one of the main reasons I’ve simply never been able to see Oscar as any kind of viable love-interest to Ruby. Frankly the dynamic of ‘Ruby is the mentor and example to Oscar that Ozpin couldn’t be for her’ is simply so much more INTERESTING than any kind of romance could ever hope to be.

Even in animatic form, Winter basically going overdrive on the maiden powers was a sight to behold. And her own monologue had all the self-deprecation we were expecting. Our girl is clearly holding on by a thread and it’s going to be REAL interesting seeing how she reacts and adjusts to her sister not actually being dead. As in, I can imagine a situation where Winter tries to throw herself into a heroic sacrifice with the belief that Weiss would make a better Maiden than her.

Also, Winter’s monologue giving major focus to how Penny is super-super-dead-dead-and-definitely-not-coming-back-for-really-realsies, as she is talking to the sister who she ALSO believes is DEFINITELY also dead? Specifically with the words that Penny is gone, when Penny’s last words to her were that she’d be ‘part of you’?

Yeah, there is no way in hell we’ve seen the last of Penny XD

The CROWN. Like it was only a few shots, but as someone who read the CFVY Books (which you totally should if you haven’t, they’re great), holy shit I was NOT expecting them to pop up here.

I mean, in hindsight it makes perfect sense that they’d be involved in Volume 10. They’re basically Vacuo’s equivalent to Vale’s criminal element and the White Fang splinter faction as Salem’s co-opted insurgency group, with Jax and Gillian joining Roman, Adam and Jacques as the latest of Salem’s unwitting patsies. It’s definitely going to be real interesting seeing the crew deal with them. Like it’s really fun to imagine Team RWBY in particular being kind of exasperated at seeing Jax’s probably doing a whole ‘With Salem’s help I shall be King!’ shtick after everything they’ve seen with Roman, Adam and Jacques.

Oh and if you don’t know, Jax has a mind-control semblance, so him trying to use that on Yang could actually lead to a sneaky callback to the Justice League crossover, ie; Yang doing a ‘Yeah, I’m not doing THAT shit again.’ XD

Qrow’s whole vibe through this is fascinating. Like his section may have been the one we already saw, but after seeing the abject depression and growing despair of all the other characters, Qrow actually being OPTIMISTIC hit so much harder.

Raven showing up at the end is… interesting.

I’ll admit that ever since we saw that specific clip a few months back, I’ve been rather conflicts about Raven showing up to deliver RWBY+J to Vacuo, particularly after Ruby’s tree vision. Like for one it felt a bit random and unnecessary. The tree already deposited the Ever After team outside of Vacuo so they didn’t exactly need help getting there. Not to mention that it kind of clotheslines the story-thread set up by Ruby’s vision; that she now has a reason to track Raven down to get the ANSWERS to what happened to Summer. Finally, it’s just kind of… random? Like where did Raven even come from to get the team?

But now having seen the clip with its intended context, I’m definitely more on board with it. Particularly hearing from Kerry and Eddy that the original ending for the penultimate episode had RWBY+J going through the portal to arrive at their memorial stone, and met by a ‘Mysterious Figure’, ie; Raven. Here it feels like were getting more set up to get answers later as to what Raven was doing at the memorial.

And really, now that I’ve thought about it more, this method kind of puts the thread of Ruby going to Raven for answers even MORE into focus. Like the story reintroduces Raven in the present right after Ruby got a vision basically saying ‘hey, Raven is important’. And now going into Volume 10, we’re pretty much perfectly positioned for Ruby to pull Raven aside for those all-important ‘Why were you fucking my mom? What happened to my mom?’ questions.

Finally… yeah that ending hit me a LOT harder than I was expecting. Like that ending was HOPE in its purest form and it was honestly beautiful to see. Particularly right now with the future of the show seeming so uncertain. I’ve personally been optimistic about RWBY’s future (in a manner not unlike Qrow’s vibes I suppose lol), but damn the hopefulness of that ending hit especially hard, and was something I’ll admit I needed. And I imagine the rest of us could use as well.

We'll be getting Volume 10. And 11, and 12, and however many more it takes to finish this story. At this point, I have no doubt of that.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 #rwby volume 9 epilogue #rwby ramblings #Team RWBY #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #Winter Schnee #ozpin #oscar pine #Raven Branwen #Qrow Branwen #rwby after the fall #rwby before the dawn #jax asturias #gillian asturias

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philipkindreddickhead · 13 days

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100 Fiction Books to Read Before You Die

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

The Book of Margery Kempe by Margery Kempe

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Sparks

The Girl by Meridel Le Sueur

The Kitchen God's Wife by Amy Tan

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver

Veronica by Mary Gaitskill

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Kindred by Octavia Butler

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Passing by Nella Larson

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather

Play it as it Lays by Joan Didion

The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

White Teeth by Zadie Smith

The Power by Naomi Alderman

The Street by Ann Petry

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskill

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones

Small Island by Andrea Levy

The Idiot by Elif Batuman

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

The Price of Salt/Carol by Patricia Highsmith

Room by Emma Donoghue

The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch

Garden of Earthly Delights by Joyce Carol Oates

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Wise Blood by Flannery O Conner

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsey

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

House of Incest by Anaïs Nin

The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Corregidora by Gayl Jones

Whose Names are Unknown by Sanora Babb

Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

See Now Then by Jamaica Kincaid

The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

My Antonia by Willa Cather

Democracy by Joan Didion

Black Water by Joyce Carol Oates

The Violent Bear it Away by Flannery O Connor

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

I Must Betray You be Ruta Sepetys

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

The Mare by Mary Gaitskill

City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin

The First Bad Man by Miranda July

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Moses, Man of the Mountain by Zora Neale Hurston

Disobedience by Naomi Alderman

Quicksand by Nella Larsen

The Narrows by Ann Petry

The Blood of Others by Simone de Beauvoir

Under the Sea by Rachel Carson

Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee

Under the Net by Iris Murdoch

The Birdcatcher by Gayl Jones

Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule

In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

@gaydalf @kishipurrun @unsentimentaltranslator @algolagniaa @stariduks @hippodamoi

#fiction #100 books to read before you die

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larkandkatydid · 7 months

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Horror About the American West

(definitions of all nouns in that description are flexible)

Angela Carter, American Ghosts and Old World Wonders. This is a UK only release, but in the 21st century, anyone can get ahold of it. Every story is great, but John Ford's 'Tis Pity She's a Whore was life-changing.

Victor LaVelle, Lone Women. Beautiful, hautning imagery of the vast Montanta wildnerness but alos just the perfect scary story set-up: A woman shows up with a trunk that's securely locked and that she won't allow anyone to open....

Alma Katsu, The Hunger. A mildy trashy fictionalization of the Donner Party but has some great creepy scenes.

Claire Vaye Watkins, Battleborn. Is this collection of literary short stories technically horror? Probably not, but Claire Vay Watkisn herself is an icornic horror archetype that shows up in Scream V, Nightmare on Elm Street VI and specifically the semi-obscure Harlan Ellison novella, The Resurgance of Miss Ankle-Strap Wedge, so everything she does counts as horror. But most importantly, the cosmic horror of all these stories is the Nevada desert, which will kill you impersonally.

V. Castro, Queen of the Cicadas/La Reina de Las Chicharras: What if a novel had the balls-to-the-wall gruesome energy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Wouldn't that aboslutely rule?

Tananarive Due, The Good House. This book takes place in the far west coast of Washington State, which is a different, wetter kind of "west" than everything else on this list, but I just adore this book. Due is the closet thing we have to a new Stephen King or Stephen Spielberg in terms of her ability to create these richly realized characters who feel like they have full lives off the page. This books gave me the same feelings of love and catharthis that I felt reading The Shining for the very first time.

Stephen Graham Jones, Growing Up Dead in Texas: This is one of Jones' experimental books that are less fun and accessible than his big hits, but it's one that I think of often. It's a critique of a particular kind of true cime memoir, a refusal to turn one's marginalized childhood into a digestible story for the This American Life crowd. It's an ambitious, post-modern work.

Stephen King, 1922: An underrated King novella that hit all his best notes of grim misogyny, rural isolation and Tales From the Crypt gross-outs.

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places. Not as literary as Sharp Objects, not as tight as Gone Girl, but special and beloved to me. This is a tale of the Farm Aid/ Satanic Panic 1980s and really wallows in the isolation and misery of the great plains, .

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Miss you sex after Eddie comes back from tour

Rockstar!Eddie x You

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (F), Vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Swearing, Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rockstar AU.

Corroded Coffin's final show of their national tour is in Indianapolis.

It has been three months since you’ve seen Eddie. You visited him once in New York but other than that you’ve lived off letters and the occasional phone call when you can both get a chance.

You’ve missed him more than you could have imagined. You sleep in the shirts he left behind, spray your pillow with his cologne, and use his body wash just so you can feel close to him. You have pictures of him stuck to your wall and your fridge and in your purse. There’s one in the sun visor of your car too. All the letters he’s sent are in a shoe box under your bed, you read over them on the days that you really miss him.

You and the crew, Dustin, Steve, and Robin pile into Steve’s car and make the few hours' drive to Indianapolis. The drive is anything but uneventful. First off, Dustin discovers he gets car sick and proceeds to puke in a bag for the first hour, you guys end up stopping for 20 minutes so he can catch his breath. Secondly, about one and a half hours in you get a flat tire and spend the next 45 minutes sitting on the side of the highway trying to change it. Thirdly, Steve made you listen to French language tapes the whole way because he’s recently met a French girl and wants to impress her.

So, to say you’re happy when you see the venue come into view is an understatement.

Because of your extremely eventual drive, you don’t get to the show until ten minutes before it’s starting. By the time you find a park and get inside the venue, the opening band is saying goodbye and announcing Eddie and his crew on stage. You wanted to see Eddie before they went on stage, you wanted to jump in his arms and hug and kiss him hello and wish him luck. But now you’re stuck watching him from the VIP section wishing you could touch him.

The show goes fast, you’re screaming and yelling the lyrics to every song. Jumping up and down with Robin and doing air guitar with Dustin.

As Eddie and the band take their final bow on stage, you and the others are ushered by Gillian, a member of Corroded Coffin’s team, (because they have a team now which is still insane to you) and are taken backstage.

The room they’ve left you in is actually a locker room. They’re playing at a football stadium, so the locker room has become the post-show party ground.

There are tables with food and drink lining the walls and people you don’t recognise mingling around you. Dustin and Robin are stealing as much food as they can and Steve has started chatting up a beautiful girl with dark skin and locks so long they touch her butt.

You stand there with your arms wrapped around yourself, staring at the entrance and waiting for Eddie to walk through it. And as if God himself was listening, the door opens and reveals the whole band, Eddie behind them all. They’re all sweaty and their clothes are sticking to their skin.

As they enter the room, everyone erupts in cheers, yelling and clapping in congratulations.

The boys hoot and cheer along, high-fiving people as they walk past.

You stare at Eddie, waiting for him to notice you.

As his bandmates begin walking off in different directions, his line of vision hits you.

His eyes go wide and the smile on his face breaks even wider. He all but runs toward you, arms open wide and ready to hold you as close as possible.

You laugh as he picks you up, spinning you around and pressing you close to his sweaty body. He squeezes you tight and lets your feet hit the ground.

He pulls away a bit to see your face, both his hands coming up to hold your cheeks.

“Hi.” He says.

You laugh again, “Hi.”

He leans in for a kiss and it’s almost desperate. Your arms wind around his neck and pull him as close as he can get.

“Get a room!” Gareth yells.

Wolf whistles echo around the room and you pull away, shyly hiding your face in Eddie’s neck.

“Fuck off.” Eddie says, holding the back of your head and patting your side with his other hand.

Your face is tacky with his drying sweat as you pull away and Eddie’s hand comes to push the hair sticking to your face behind your ear. He keeps staring at you, big brown eyes so filled with love it makes you breathless.

Before you can say anything else, someone comes up to Eddie to congratulate him. And once one person comes, it seems everyone else thinks this is an invitation to talk with him.

You stay by his side, holding onto his arm through each conversation. You don’t care if you look clingy, you’ve missed him too much.

Eddie’s talking cheerfully with everyone but he keeps flicking his eyes down to you every now and then, like he’s checking that you’re still here. He pulls his arm from your grip and drapes it over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

He turns his head to kiss the top of your head and continues with his conversation.

You feel at home in his arms. The last few months have been lonely.

“If you can excuse us for a second.” Eddie says to the man in front of you both.

Walking in front of you, he grabs your hand and pulls you along through the crowd of people.

“Where ya going?” Gareth calls out as you pass him. “Sneaking off is rude y’know!”

Eddie doesn’t bother to reply to him, just keeps pulling you till you’re out of the locker room and down the hall.

“Eddie!” You laugh, “Where are we going?”

He pushes a door open to some random room and pulls you in, closing the door behind you.

You look around the room and see it’s the exercise therapy room. There are two massage tables in the middle of the room and the air vaguely smells of tiger balm or some other massage lotion.

Eddie grabs at your hips and crowds you against the door, “Just wanted to be alone with you.” He kisses your cheek and then kisses the other, “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, pretty boy.”

He leans down to rub his nose against yours.

“You were so good tonight. My big rockstar.” You praise. Your hand comes up and tucks some hair behind his ear, “So proud of you.”

Eddie smiles sheepishly and his cheeks pinken. He leans down and presses his lips against yours and you melt into him. Your arms snake around his neck and pull him closer to you.

His lips move to kiss just beside your mouth and work their way along your jaw and down your neck. Little sighs leave you as he sucks a mark just below your ear.

He chuckles, “Missed the sounds you make. Thought about them every time I fucked my hand.”

“Yeah?”

His thigh moves in between your legs, pushing against your crotch and you mewl.

“Pretty pretty girl with her pretty pretty sounds.” He sings into your ear, his voice gravely from the show. His thigh pushes up harder against your pussy and you feel the warm wetness that’s covered your panties.

You moan filthy and long, making Eddie smile against your neck.

The hands on your hips pull you forward as he takes a few steps backwards. He keeps guiding, his lips not leaving your neck, before he spins you both around and your back is suddenly pressed against the massage table. His hands on your hips, come down to land just below your bum and help you sit up on the edge of the table.

Eddie drops to his knees in front of you, his head the perfect height at your groin. His hands slide up your legs, over your thighs and up to the button on your jeans.

He unbuttons and unzips them. You lift your hips and he wiggles them and your underwear down your form until they bunch at your sneakers.

“Can’t wait to taste you.” He says as he pulls off your shoes and then pulls your jeans and panties off.

You sit there with your legs open wide, pussy on display, leaning back on your hands and watching him intently. His left-hand holds onto your knee, pushing it wider while his other hand reaches up to your glistening cunt. His calloused and ringed fingers slide between your slit, lapping up your juices. You shudder at the first contact, head dropping back and eyes closing. His fingers circle your clit, pressing tenderly against the nub.

“So wet already, baby.” Eddie murmurs.

“Hmm. Just missed you so much.” You reply, breathing in deep as his fingers start to go a little faster.

“Tell me, princess, all those nights alone, without me,” his fingers trail down your folds and tease at your entrance, “did you touch yourself thinking ‘bout me?” his middle finger pushes into you and you clench around him.

“Yeah.” You breathe out.

He slowly fucks you with the one finger, “What’d you think about?”

“Your cock splitting me open,” You admit, “Fucking me till you fill me up.”

“Oh!” Eddie exclaims, his hand on your thigh reaching up to your stomach, pressing down on it, “Want me to fill you up till this cute little belly is full of my come?” He teases.

His fingers curl up, pressing along your walls, along the textured spot that has you trying to force your legs shut.

“Nuh-uh-uhh.” He sings, bringing his hand back down to force your legs open.

You look down at him and he smiles up at you as he leans forward. His mouth is an inch away from your pussy, you feel his hot breath hitting your core and it makes goosebumps rise over you.

Slowly Eddie closes the distance and plants an almost sweet kiss against your centre as his fingers continue to thrust into you.

You whine at the contact and he chuckles against you. Without warning his tongue sticks out, working its way between your folds and lapping at your clit.

“Oh god.” You moan, watching his face as it’s buried between your thighs. His eyes flicker up at you and they’re so dark you can barely see his beautiful honey-brown hues.

He adds a second finger, scissoring you open as he feasts on your clit, sucking and toying with it. One of your hands flies up from behind you to grab onto Eddie’s hair. He groans in approval as you use your grip to pull him harder against you.

You start grinding down onto his face, feeling his tongue and nose pushing against you and his fingers fucking up into you. Your core tightens with your release, and you moan out a cry as it tips over the edge and coasts Eddie’s tongue.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” You cry.

Eddie moans against you and continues licking and fucking you until you’re frantically pulling his head away by his hair from overstimulation.

As you look down at him with glassy eyes, you see your release glistening on his face and he pulls his fingers out from you and licks them clean.

“Fucking perfect.” He says.

You grab at his face and hoist him up to his feet, bringing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as he licks into your mouth and groans into his mouth.

“See how good you taste, baby? Can't believe I went so long without it.”

You nod dumbly as you chase after his lip again. You bring your hands to his waistband, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Slowly you trail a hand down his abdomen, scratching at the soft skin and coarse hair. Eddie sighs into your mouth as you take him in hand.

You waste no time and hold him firmly, stroking up his length and before thumb at his tip, collecting the dribble of precome. You pull your hand out and bring your now sticky thumb up to your mouth and suck on it. Eddie watches mesmerised as you lap up the saltiness.

“God, you’re a fucking dream.” He mumbles almost to himself.

You keep eye contact with him as you lay down against the table, and shuffle up a little with your legs wide and cunt on display. Eddie gets the message and instantly pushes his pants down below his ass and jumps up onto the massage table. He crawls between your legs and kisses a line from the top of your cunt all the way up your stomach. He stops at your breasts and kisses the right one before sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You reach a hand up and grab at his hair, little sighs leaving your mouth. His skilful tongue laps at the nub, before his teeth tease it with small nibbles. He pulls off and starts kissing up your chest until he’s at your neck and then he pushes up so he’s hovering over your face and smiles down at you sweetly.

You keep looking into each other’s eyes as he grabs at his cock and guides it towards your entrance. The mushroom head of his cock breaches your hole, the nice stretch burns in the best way possible. Your chest heaves as he pushes in inch by inch, eyes not leaving one another.

As Eddie bottoms out, he presses his forehead against yours and your eyelashes kiss each other with small flutters. You missed this so fucking much. Missed the closeness with him. The love spills out from both of you as you stare at each other.

His arms come to either side of your head to hold himself up.

You reach your hands up till they’re around his neck, and bring your legs around his body, feet digging into his ass. You want him as close as you can get him. You need him as close as possible or you think you might die.

He pulls out slowly and you whimper at the slide of his cock against your wet walls. He pulls all the way out before pushing back in just as carefully. The first few thrusts stay that way, slow and long, almost like he’s trying to remember how you feel.

His movements soon become a bit more frantic. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes throughout the room. He pounds hard into you, pushing deep inside you and hitting that spot that has you clenching around him and gasping against his mouth.

You whine as he pushes deep into you, grounding his hips in sharp small thrusts.

“You like that, baby?”

You nod deliriously, almost squeaking with each movement.

“Missed fucking this sweet cunt. Reckon it was made for my cock.” His gravelly voice says above you.

His arm snakes down your body, his fingers dancing over the top of your crotch before they slide over your clit. He rubs it in time with his thrusts. The balls of your feet dig into his ass as you wither beneath him in pure ecstasy.

Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him, your mouth open as you breathe deeply. Eddie smiles down at you, nodding along meanly at each of your little cries.

Tears prick at your eyes as he keeps toying with your clit.

He rubs his nose against yours, staring into your eyes deeply.

The heat in your core starts to build again, making your toes and fingers flex in anticipation. His circling on your clit becomes more furious as his hips begin to stutter a bit, losing their rhythm.

Your body tenses as your orgasm rolls over you and you pull Eddie down for a searing kiss. He bites at your lip and pulls back before letting go. You moan out his name over and over, tears now streaming down your face.

Eddie drops his head against your forehead, “Love you. Fuck. I love you.” He says, as his orgasm pushes through him and he fills you up.

You feel his come coat your walls and his hips begin to slow their motion before stopping completely, buried deep inside you.

You both breathe heavy, your warm breaths mixing together as you stare at each other. You have a satisfied smile on your face as you stare up at him lovingly.

He leans down and presses a chaste kiss on your lips before leaning back and pulling out of you. You wince at the loss and slowly sit up.

Eddie pulls his jeans and boxers up, zipping them before grabbing your clothes for you.

Slowly you get redressed, a little woozy from the intense orgasms. When you finally have your pants and shoes on Eddie grabs at your face and turns it up to look at him.

“You good?” He asks.

You nod, “So good. I love you.”

Eddie’s eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles widely. “I love you too.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #joseph quinn #oz writes #oz writes eddie munson #nxyoz

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spankinganthologies · 3 months

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Sivam53

Yvonne and Amanda had never thought volunteering for the National Trust could be such fun. Nevertheless Mandy couldn't wait for next weekend when she would play the housekeeper and Vonnie would clean the grates. She had promised herself that the cruel cow wouldn't be sitting comfortably until a week on Wednesday.

(sw: fair's fair - but that's a long time!)

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@Sivam53 has removed all the posts from his/ her tumblr - so here are some I saved.

Annabelle: The next time that bitch asks us round for a coffee -

Giselle: We'll probably say 'yes' again?

(sw: yes, we probably will!)

Not the bloody wheelbarrow again, thought Lana, I'm sure the cow only does it to catch an eyeful before she starts the session with that sodding wooden spoon. Still, she consoled herself, it's not me serves my salad with it afterwards...

(sw: roommate Katie's favorite position, just because it embarrasses me so!)

I've looked at the world...

(sw: if my butt looks that big like that, my embarrassment's doubled!)

"In the Library with the Cane," somehow Claire always got to be Miss Scarlet when they played Spanking Cluedo.

(sw: Ma'am? Can we go back to the wheelbarrow position? I've changed my mind!)

Mandy's unspoken question about her new employer: "What kind of weirdo has a vaulting horse, blackboard and umbrella stand full of school canes?" was about to be answered in full.

The 'spot the odd one out' question in Friday's pub quiz was taking an unusual turn.

(sw: LOL!)

Gloria had an uncomfortable feeling that she was not going to be in tune with Mrs Arkwright, the new Head Librarian, or her revamp of the staff disciplinary code.

(sw: but Lauren thought it was a step in the right direction!)

"Now," began Miss Finch, the librarian, "you are aware that this book is two months overdue..."

(sw: sorry, ma'am, couldn't be helped...)

Clowning around was not encouraged in Miss Watkin's 'Hedgerow Bounty' classes as Gillian was discovering.

(sw: you mean you could end up with a spanking? Or...)

She may be trying out a few of those nettles shortly.

(sw: wait wait WAIT!!! please! not the nettles!)

Someone had to teach the new maid that whistling was not acceptable during working hours and Georgia decided, as under-manager, it might as well be her.

(sw: taking unassigned responsibility is the surest way to a promotion!)

When Alicia had finished with her Sandrine would never forget to cut the crust off a cucumber sandwich again.

(sw: a new maid is a lot of trouble but oh-so worth it!)

#Sivam53

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storiesbyrhi · 4 months

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: It's time for a family reunion. 2918 words.

1986

Kelsey picked up on the third ring. “Have you done something?” she asked.

“I miss when you used to say ‘hello’ or ask how I’m doing,”

“No, you don’t. They’re acting weird. Weirder than usual,”

“Who?”

“You know who. Sally and Gillian. I know they’re always moody and strange… but, I don’t know, something is up.”

You sighed. Audibly.

“Right, so you have done something?” she asked again.

“I’m coming home,”

“What?!” Kelsey screeched. “What? Why? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Stop, stop. Calm down. Nothing happened. Not recently at least. I just… I remembered some shit from a while back and I need to ask them about it. It needs to happen face to face.”

Kelsey considered the news. “Remembered shit from when?” She sounded like she almost knew what you were talking about. Like she was trying to work something out for herself. “From when we were there, right?”

When you didn’t answer, she knew it meant yes.

“I know it took a toll on all of us. The vampires and the… death. But they changed the most. They kept their names and have hardly kept up with the world since. Nobody talks about it. But… You think something happened? You’ve figured it out?”

Lying to her felt worse now that you knew the truth. The only way you could convince yourself to do it at all was knowing that Kelsey would soon get her memories back too.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Don’t say anything to them, alright?”

“I think they already know. Like I said… extra weird,”

“Well, don’t confirm it then. I just wanted to give you the heads up so you’d be around. I want to see you,” you told her.

“I’ll be here. And I will keep avoiding them. Like I have been. They’ve definitely noticed though,”

“Let them. They won’t go looking for confrontation.”

She treated your word like a Freudian slip. “Will you? Is that why you’re coming back?”

“I was always coming back,”

“Yeah, but it’s been a couple months since, you know, Hawkins was saved and everything went quiet. If there’s nothing supernatural keeping you there…”

“I was always coming back, Kels,” you told her firmly.

“Sure. Yeah. So, are you back for good?” There was hope in her voice, but it was tempered with her understanding of you.

“No. Not yet.”

Kelsey nodded, but said nothing. You could hear her glasses clink against the phone.

“I’m driving over tomorrow. I’ll be there around dusk.”

She wanted to know why you needed the element of surprise. She wanted to know what was tying you to Hawkins. What had you been doing there? Why did it feel like she was speaking to a different version of you from the one she had always known? What did you know?

“I’ll be waiting. Drive safe,”

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

…

The timing needed to be right. Darkness would need to envelop the Catskills when you arrived. It, therefore, was a requirement that Eddie would ride shotgun in his new bat form.

You set up a little nest of scarves and altar cloths on the front seat for him. He nestled in and slept for most of the ride. Not the best road trip partner, but Eddie was owed sleep, if nothing else.

On you drove, gas station snacks and Strawberries by The Damned fuelling you. You’d forgotten how good Life Goes On was.

It was a pretty part of America, albeit a little monotonous. By the time you crossed into the great state of New York, the I-90 and I-86 finally behind you, you were aching. Long drives are a bitch, even for a witch.

Your coven was hidden high up in the mountains, behind a concealed gate. With the car still idling, you got out and stretched, looking beyond the road and down at the rolling valleys. The forests looked as though they were ablaze. The sun had just set, reflecting saturated reds and oranges into the fluffy clouds. Sky-bound flames licking up and fading into darkening blue.

Should you feel at home? Back to where you thought you belonged?

Turning back to your car, you spoke the words to switch Eddie back to himself. He appeared in the front seat, naked and a little blurry-eyed. Just seeing Eddie, the real Eddie, made you feel better.

He pulled on the pants you’d packed in the footwell of his seat, then joined you on the side of the road. Reaching for you, Eddie bundled you up in a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Why have you stopped here?” he asked.

“This is the way in. Only witches can find it. Wards and illusion spells and all that, you know?” You let him go and turned to the forest adjacent to the road. It appeared thick, untouched. No gates or paths in sight. At a grand old beech tree a few steps in, you held your hand out to Eddie. “Want to help me open it?”

Eddie nodded and followed you, he took your hand and looked at you for instructions.

“I’d usually use a pin or my athame, though that is not what it’s meant for. But now I have you,” you said with a sly smile. “I need a little blood, if you would be so helpful.”

When you held a finger out to him, Eddie grinned. “I don’t imagine this is how your coven dreamt this gate should be opened.” He took your hand and sucked the finger in. His sharp canines pierced your soft skin easily.

Eddie’s mouth filled with blood, his eyes closed, and he lost himself a little bit. You watched wide-eyed and tingly all over. When he was ready, Eddie let your hand go, a little blood staining his lips.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

He said nothing, afraid that all that could come from him was a moan.

Turning back to the tree, you wiped your bleeding hand across the bark of the beech. “Per sanguinem et magica… aperire,” you cast.

Like Eddie had read in The Lord of the Rings – speak friend and enter – magic unfurled its claws, giving entry. Trees that were solid and real suddenly shimmered into oblivion. The dead leaves that thicky covered the forest floor swept up into whirling breezes and left a road clean.

You smiled at the awestruck look on Eddie’s face.

Pragmatic and practical and full of faith in the universe, you had never been the type to mourn what you never quite had. Yet, you couldn’t help but think of how it could have been so different. If Eddie had been a mortal boy, or even fae or cryptid, you could have been bringing him home to meet the coven under such different circumstances. His natural curiosity and growing love for magic could have been met with a witch’s pride in her craft.

“Are you ready?” you asked him, the sadness in your voice entirely detectable.

Eddie’s dark eyes fell to your face and he nodded. He took both your hands and held them in his. “I love you,” he whispered.

You stepped into him, resting your forehead on his chest. There was no heartbeat to listen to, despite Eddie sometimes saying he swore he felt something move in there whenever you were close.

“I love you too.”

With nothing left to do, you cast Eddie back into the bat, “sic fiat,” picked up his pants, and got behind the wheel of your car. Slowly, overly cautiously, you rolled further into the forest, closer to the past and the present and the future.

Eddie glided overhead, keeping as much distance between him and the ground as he could, but near enough that he could be by your side in a second. He watched as the forest became less dense, with gravel roads and small buildings popping up between the trees. There were cabins with cottage gardens, modern mini homes, and other structures Eddie couldn’t guess the use for. It was a view into the subterranean lives of witches.

He perched on the roof of the small cabin you parked out the front of.

In a blur of black clothes and the scent of oakmoss and citrus, a witch quickly emerged from the cabin and plucked you from the ground, spinning you in an extended hug.

“Well look what the cat dragged in… Or should I say bat?” She motioned upwards with a single nod of the head.

If she had noticed your shadow bat, had the others?

Also, how were you meant to reply to that?

Kelsey laughed at your blank face. “It’s fine. Everyone else will be focused on you… And besides… I had a sneaking suspicion you weren’t coming back alone,”

“I’ll tell you everything, I promise. I just have to see them first. Give them a chance to…” You shrugged. “I don’t know… A chance to…”

“Fix what they broke?” Kels finished. She read the look on your face. “Don’t worry, I haven’t figured out shit. But you’re not the only witch that sits around trying to solve puzzles, you know?”

Of course she had a murder board mind too.

You smiled at her and nodded. “Right. Well. I better head up there.” The sound of the coven becoming aware of your arrival was getting louder.

“I’ll do some crowd management,”

“Thank you. I don’t know how long this will take but I’ll come straight back as soon as I can.”

Kelsey nodded into you as you hugged again, holding on tightly to each other. On the cusp of something, you both felt the edge beneath your feet.

Darting around Kel’s cabin before anyone else could greet you, you cut through some wilderness to get on the barely-there track to Sally and Gillian’s. It was a steep trek, your thigh muscles getting more of a workout than they had the entire time you’d been in Hawkins. Eddie swooped in to sit on your shoulder.

“Wish I could fly,” you huffed out between deep breaths.

Shortly, the trees and purple phlox made way and the cottage came into view. Eddie crawled into your inside coat pocket and you tried to ground yourself the best you could.

Only one step closer to the cottage and the door opened. Gillian stood dressed in linen pants with dirt on the knees, and a ratty t-shirt so faded you couldn’t make out the logo on the front. She didn’t look like a witch. Just a woman who’d spent her day in the garden. She didn’t feel like your aunt. Just a person you used to know.

Gillian cocked her head slightly as if she was confused by your hesitation. Had she expected you to bring violence? Or was that look an interrogation of your vulnerability? Would she make the first move?

“You better come inside then, unless audience is what you seek.”

The cottage was colder than it needed to be. You wondered if the sisters had been punishing themselves in all these little ways ever since leaving Indiana. The cold. Keeping their old names. The isolation.

The kitchen was the warmest part of the house, the small brick oven alive with fire and light. Sally was sitting at the table in the middle of the room.

Like her sister, Sally wore the same gardening clothes she’d spent the day in. Denim overalls and sports bra. The picture of brute practicality.

“Mother,” you greeted, taking a seat at the table.

Gillian put water on the stove to boil. She busied herself with a tea blend. You watched as she measured elderberry and apple, then sencha leaves.

A final touch –

“Mulberry?” you questioned.

Gillian paused but didn’t turn to you.

You could have said nothing but instead, you recited the meaning of the mulberry plant. “I will not survive you… Is that a plea or a threat?”

“Mulberry also can mean abundance. And, as you also know, it is good for you. It’s an offering of health,” Sally said quietly, with a voice so tired you would not have been surprised if she passed out on the spot.

Gillian said nothing at first. She brewed the tea with care and craft, then placed three identical cups on the table, dragging her own close to hold between her palms.

“Self-righteousness is an insufferable quality,” Gillian shot at you.

“Me? The self-righteous one? Am I the pious one too? Am I the liar and the thief and the-”

“Stop!” Sally yelled, fist coming down on the tabletop hard enough to make the teacups shake on their saucers. “This will get us nowhere. Say your part. Do what you came to do.”

Swallowing a great deal of resentment, you gritted your teeth and nodded. “There’s nothing you want to say first? Because this homecoming, from where I’m sitting, feels dangerous. Feels like you know exactly why I’m here and what I have to say,”

“Why did you have to go back there?” Sally asked sadly. “The Witches Who Came Before warned you,”

“Apparently, they would have warned you about a thing or two had they been asked, so… I guess you don’t put all that much stock in them. But yeah, I was warned. I was also called. By fate gone rouge.”

Sally and Gillian shared a look. Their overlapping sisterhood and magic gave them some special kind of telepathy, you were sure.

“Did they restore your memories?” Gillian asked.

“Or did fate?” Sally added.

You scoffed. “No. I’m actually very capable of performing witchcraft,”

“Oh, we know. That’s why we have always watched over you so closely,” Gillian replied. “So much power. Potential. For both greatness and-”

“And what? Wickedness? Thought I was destined to become a Dark Witch?”

“No. Potential for misery. And pain. We live a long time, but the strings of life tend to be cut short for the best of us. We sacrifice ourselves to push the magic forward. Like Penelope,”

“Like Penelope,” you echoed, shaking your head. “Sure… Well, that’s it, then. I got my memories back. I know what you took from me. From Kelsey… And I don’t know what I’m meant to fucking do with that.”

Gillian sipped on her tea while Sally stared into her cup. You looked from one to the other.

“You brought a vampire into the coven. The only thing that could hurt us. The thing hellbent on massacring the humans. What would you have done if the roles we reversed?” Gillian posed.

“I would have listened. I would have given it more thought than a couple of fucking hours. I would have asked The Witches. I wouldn’t have been drunk on power and self-importance. I would have considered that what I was telling you was the truth. That he was different,”

“They can’t be different,”

“He could! He wasn’t a proper vampire. When they made him, it didn’t… stick right. He wasn’t like them. And I know there’s not meant to be a good vampire, but the natural laws of magic say there isn’t meant to be a bad witch but we know they exist,”

“The risks outweighed-”

“The rewards? You didn’t consider the rewards for a moment. What an ally could have done for us. What we could have learnt. Who we could have saved. How I could have been. And the trust that could have been strengthen. We are hundreds of years old. We have seen all of history but you are so fucking afraid of making any changes. If we’re going to keep existing, we can’t get stuck in the old ways!”

The sisters were silent. It infuriated you. You stood up, pushing your chair with enough force to knock it across the floor.

“Was there a single second where you thought you might have been doing the wrong thing? Not by the coven or by magic or by the world, but by me? I’m not just part of the coven. I’m your niece. Your fucking daughter! And you fucking broke me. Ripped a giant hole right through me. I have been so fucking lonely and empty since then, and it is entirely your fault. Could you have stopped yourselves?”

The flicker of desperate guilt flashed across your mother’s face fast, but you caught it and you knew what it meant.

“That makes it worse,” you said, nodding to yourself. “You knew you shouldn’t have done it. But you did. And you have spent all this time stewing over it when you could have fucking fixed it. Should have fixed it,”

“How? How could we have fixed it? Let you remember? Then what? Help you find the thing and turn it back into a vampire? There’s nothing we could have done!” Sally yelled.

You laughed; it was just a little bit funny. “Maybe I am a better witch than you. Both of you. Because that’s exactly what I did, isn’t it? I went back. I restored my memories. And I found him.”

Sally and Gillian both turned matching shades of grey. Sally seemed to freeze on the spot, her eyes going wide and glossing over, on the verge of crying. Gillian dropped her teacup onto the saucer and stood up. Suddenly, she was holding you by the shoulders.

“What do you mean you found him?”

You smiled a cruel, coy smirk. Let them panic. Let them suffer. “The bat. I found him.”

Gillian blinked hard. You could feel her holding her breath. “What did you do?”

“I saved the fucking world."

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